Tuesday, June 26, 2007
This is one of the reasons I haven't gotten any posts up lately. Our cat, Coco, didn't come home Saturday night. With a teenager this would be worrisome, but for a cat it's pretty normal to stay out all night. After all cats are nocturnal and the tastiest tidbits come out to play at night. So, we weren't too worried when he didn't show up that night, but by Sunday evening we were starting to feel uneasy. Coco is not the kind of cat that goes away for days on end; he's never been gone for more than one day, and he usually tries to stay in at night so he can sleep in our bed.
Yesterday we combed the neighborhood, which has more places for a cat to hide than we could have ever imagined, and put signs up all over. So far we've gotten two calls. One from a guy who said he used to have a Siamese cat too. He said it had gotten lost once and he found it by telepathy; he advised us to open our minds because Siamese cats are especially good at communicating mentally....ummm...okay. I thanked him for his concern, and hung up thinking that the only mental thing going on was him...Am I ever glad I didn't put my address on those signs. The other call was from a boy, who said he had the cat and said he would wait for me in a nearby square. So, the girls and I grabbed the cat carrier and ran out of the house and to the square, which was about fifteen minutes walking from our house. When we got there nobody was to be seen, and we made our way home once more. There's a saying here that sums up what happened just perfectly, "When the Devil is bored, he swats flies with his tail." Summer vacation means there are lots of bored kids with cell phones around, just looking for someone to play tricks on, and I'm sure that they had a good laugh at our expense. Now all we can do is wait, and hope the next call won't be from a psychic or a prankster and that Coco will be home before we leave on vacation next week.