Well, this is yet another week I want to NEVER, EVER relive. LOL
On Tuesday I suddenly felt really ill. I phoned the doctor who said "yea, that's probably the flu. Stay home."
On Wednesday, still feeling terrible, we were all snuggled into the flowers bed watching Wheel of Fortune (Jack suddenly loves that show), when Dave went to feed the cats and noticed our big old boy, Whinger, was missing.
We started searching everywhere, the house, the garage, the yard. No cat. Onto the neighborhood we went, driving, knocking on doors. No cat.
Up.all.night Wednesday worrying about my cat. He is not an outside cat. It is 32 degrees. He has not eaten today. Where is he?
Thursday arrives, with me sicker than ever, and still no cat. We hung up signs, we called vet's offices, we went to the shelter. We searched endlessly. Walking the neighborhood, driving the neighborhood, driving nearby neighborhoods. Thursday night comes and still no cat.
At this point I have been throwing up and am ready to just have a nervous breakdown. After everything this year I cannot bear the thought of losing my lovey cat. The cat who naps with me every day, the cat whose umblical cord Dave cut when he was born! Our cat, gone.
In the middle of Survivor I get a spam email from the ad I had put on craigslist. I took the time to read it anyway, what could it hurt?
The email stressed over and over again that a housecat will not go far. It said "Please do not give up on your cat. Go out between 10 pm and 5 am and keep calling your cat." So I told Dave we would go out at 8 pm, 10 pm, midnight and 5 am and look for him again. Sick or not I am not going to let go of my cat that easily.
We make the rounds of 4 houses on each street close to us, as suggested by the SPAM email. Still no cat.
Get home, more despondent than ever. WHERE IS MY CAT?!?!
Dave goes out to the backyard to look again. He sits down on a cooler that we have lazily left out way too long and he heard the cat. He came rushing in the house looking for a flashlight, we go rushing out to the garage and there is my damn cat!
Overcome with joy and relief.
Now, a note to God (or whoever is in control of this dog and pony show called life), WE ARE FULL UP ON PROBLEMS. IT IS ENOUGH ALREADY. CANNOT HANDLE ANY MORE. NEED RETURN TO NORMAL LIFE IMMEDIATELY. NO MORE FUNNY BUSINESS.
Afraid that soon I will require a strait jacket...