Where’s Cookie?

Where’s Cookie?

by Joe Longo

The day started off badly. I had a meeting at 9 am. When I went outside to get something from my car, I noticed that one of the gates that lead from our backyard to the street was open. I don’t know how that happened; we’re always careful to close it. We have two kitties, Marlowe and Cookie. Marlowe is pretty much an indoor kitty and occasionally wanders in the backyard. Cookie, however  is a  curious kitty and likes to explore. But he is a bit of a runt and cannot get over any of the fences that surround our property and cannot escape out a window because they are all covered with screens. So he stays in the backyard. Once he got out and I found him sniffing around our  neighbor’s garden.

So when I noticed the gate open, I  panicked wondering if Cookie had gotten out. I went into the house to look for him,  loudly calling his name. Usually, at 9 am he sleeps. So I checked his sleeping haunts. On the bed. Under the bed. In all closets, In the bathroom. In the bathtub. Under the couch. Under the TV unit. Under all the furniture. In the laundry room. And amid a  pile of dirty laundry. No Cookie anywhere. Our other kitty, Marlowe, heard me calling his brother’s name  and walked alongside of me as I searched. He saw my concern and his face registered concern.

Then I went outside and started to walk up and down our street, still calling his name. Looking in my neighbors’ front yards to see if he was there. No Cookie. I went back into the house, hoping to see his furry presents. But again no Cookie. Then I opened a can of cat food, which is the treat that he loves and traversed every inch of the house again with the can aloft calling his name.  I then went outside again with the can still aloft calling his name. After two hours of searching,  I called my husband who was at work and told him that Cookie was missing. He asked if I had checked all the usual spots. I insisted that I did. Are you sure? he said. Yes, I insisted again. He said he would come home for lunch.

Then despair set in. There are occasional coyotes wandering through our neighbor. I envisioned him in the mouth of one. But  coyotes usually don’t wander the streets in the morning when there is traffic. Then I envisioned  myself making one of those dreaded  fliers with his picture on it. There are a number of them posted  in our neighborhood.

Recently, I was in a bookstore and there was this attractive couple with their 3 year old girl. The couple was browsing, and then the mother turned and did not see her daughter.  She looked around frantically. Her panic was clearly evident on her face. She quickly found her daughter.

Sitting in my living room, after my futile attempts looking for Cookie, I felt the way that woman felt. But my panic was lasting for hours. Her panic was only a brief moment.   One of our babies was missing, but she found her baby quickly. I had begun to lose hope. My husband came home, and started to search for Cookie. Then suddenly when I was feeling  the most depressed and in my darkest despair,   Cookie suddenly appeared, indifferently prancing down our hallway. He had been hiding somewhere in the back of the house, oblivious to me frantically calling his name and to the stress that he caused. I was angry and yelled at him, but the relief of seeing him, after having all those dark thoughts,  made me pick him up and hug him close to me.

This story has a happy ending and thankfully Cookie was safe. But the situation left me frustrated and contemplating the eternal  question: why don’t kitties always respond to their names being called, (like dogs) and in my this case, calling his name for more than four hours.

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13 thoughts on “Where’s Cookie?

  1. Belinda O says:

    So glad you found Cookie. A friend of mine recently lost her cat Jake, and for a week futilely looked for him. She papered neighborhood with flyers, and it paid off — two people called and said they’d seen him. He’s home safe and sound now. I saw her heartache and felt it with her.

  2. Rohvannyn says:

    I totally know where you’re coming from. My sweet little calico has been known to find new places to hide on occasion – and fall deeply asleep – causing great panic in her cat parents.

  3. mvaden1948 says:

    Years ago when we were living with my parents my cat Newt disappeared. I wandered the neighborhood calling and calling…no luck. They made me stop after about a week but I still held out hope. Then one evening about a month, yes a month, later he showed up at the back door. Hungry but no worse for the wear. We think that the man next door had been out of town since he travels for work and had accidentally locked my “heavy sleeper” in his garage. Funny that we never heard him crying for food.
    He lived to be fifteen years old and stayed with my parents when I moved out (he did not like my apartment).
    So I am very glad you didn’t have to wait a month!

  4. Mary McNeil says:

    So glad this had a happy ending. Like Rohvannyn says, I think sometimes they fall into such a deep sleep they really are oblivious !

  5. tippysmom2 says:

    Glad Cookie was safe and sound. My mom and dad’s cat has done that before. They have searched everywhere and he comes strutting around the corner hours later, like nothing happened. Cats can be frustrating in that way.

  6. franhunne4u says:

    I know that theoretically my cat cannot leave my flat, Still I have been known to kneel down in front of my shelves and my bed to search for one of the cats. Calling, shaking the bag with treats … nothing helped. When I gave up, they suddenly appeared from a corner of my flat I had not expected them to be …

  7. Nora Hamilton says:

    I think cats move in and out of another dimension. This explains why you search everywhere for hours because they have disappeared, and suddenly they appear out of nowhere like nothing happened.

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