Once we returned home at about 12:30 this morning though, something was amiss. Usually our two cats greet us at the door when we arrive home. This time no dice, as we were greeted only by a meowing Odie. Brad made some silly comments about my kitty being a douche in his slightly drunken stupor, as Roni does tend to be somewhat dense. After a few minutes searching though, my kitty was no where to be found, and we started to panic. In fact, I think I've never felt so vulnerable and desperate in my whole life (well other than the time Odie went missing shortly after we moved into our house; luckily Jay found her then). After a full 45 minute search, ripping open every cupboard, calling Roni's name, opening every door and closet, and even checking the garage and outside, I was in full-out breakdown mode. I cried non-stop. I love that damn cat. Brad continued to look outdoors and panic with me as we tried to figure out what to do.
Just as I was giving up hope and calling the Milan police and fire departments at 1:30 in the morning (note: Milan fire department phone number is misprinted in the phone book; sorry random dude for waking you up!), I heard some meowing. It took another full 15 minutes before we could figure out where it was coming from, but I was sure it wasn't Odie meowing. Turns out my dense cat managed to climb bookshelves and fall in between two that were wedged together in a corner. Who knows how long he had been there during the day (we left at 2:30pm), and thankfully, he didn't appear to be hurt.
Naturally, I reprimanded him for scaring the crap out of me with tears a flowing, and then snuggled him up tight for the remainder of the evening. Losing a member of your family is devastating! I'm happy we found him alive and unharmed.
Relax Mom, everything's cool
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