We have three cats in a rather tiny “apartment”. There are four windows, three with permanent screens, and one with a removable screen panel duct-taped in place, because the escape-artist cat last year ripped a hole in the permanent screen and leapt out onto the awning above the side door and to the ground. Since the window is oddly constructed, we couldn’t replace the screen, hence the temporary measures.
There is a stairwell leading down to the rest of the house, with a door at the bottom that is always kept securely closed…the cats are not welcome in the lower half of the house. Only twice in all the years we’ve lived here has one of the cats gotten into the lower level of the house, and she was quickly returned (why, yes, it was the escape artist). It’s a tiny house, and something like a cat would be noticed.
Two days ago my mom, who lives downstairs, mentioned hearing a cat crying in the morning. I put this down to a complaint about Chloe (the escape artist) who sometimes goes down to the bottom of the stairwell and yowls just for the sheer fun of it. I didn’t really think anything of it.
Yesterday my mom mentions hearing the cat early in the morning again, but this time says she thinks it was outside, but says she didn’t see anything, and the meowing ended. Now we don’t have many stray or loose cats in this neighborhood…I can only think of one I’ve seen in the last 5 years. Now my mom made this comment at 8 pm yesterday. My son has been home all day with the cats. I go up and two cats come out to say hi, but not the fluffy dumb white cat, Angel. I ask my son if he’s seen her…and we both realize she’s been scarce the last day or two. this isn’t unusual…she likes hiding. But we start searching, and using the Patented Cat Attraction Device (rattling the canister with the kitty treats)
No Angel.
We’re searching, and calling, and unless she’s ill and hiding in the back of the closet somewhere…she’s not up here. And there is no way she could have slipped out into the lower level and not been seen…she’s not sneaky, and she’s easily confused. She can’t be hiding in the attic, because closed doors freak her out and she’d be crying and clawing at it. I searched the basement in case she somehow got down there and is chilling her belly on the cool concrete…
And for her to get outside would require her getting past me…which she can’t do without me seeing her…or getting out when Mom goes out for the mail…but that would require her hanging around downstairs, waiting…and she’d be seen.
I’m thoroughly baffled, and worried…I start walking around the neighborhood after church.
She’s not all that bright.