Buddy the Gourd!

My last couple of days

April 13, 2004

Like a lot of cats, one of my favorite things is hiding. I'm constantly hanging out underneath the bed, just lying in wait for my new person. I'm kind of proud of saying, I think she lives in a certain amount of fear that I'll jump out and scratch her. She doesn't know whether to be amused by my antics or mad because of the pain she's feeling. But anyway in the last couple of days, I've really outdone myself.

We live in this old house. The second floor is just really half a floor, so a number of the walls slope. This doesn't bother me. I'm not the one that has to worry about hitting their head. People that lived here years ago built in some drawers in one of the crazy spaces under the ceiling which left behind this little nine inch square area behind the drawers. It's about a five foot drop from the top of the drawers to the floor. I've always been curious about this space. What's down there? How would it feel to be there? Would I be able to get back out?

So the day before yesterday I decided to give it a try. I was there for a while when I heard my new person enter the room. I meowed quietly. She couldn't figure out where I was. I meowed again. She didn't want to believe that I was down there stuck in that little space. I know she's worried about that before. But she looked down and there I was. The look on her face, it was so amusing. She assumed I was stuck and went to look for something to help me get out. But I wasn't stuck, with a big effort, I scrambled out to the top.

Of course then there was the happy hugs she gave me to find that I was safe and not trapped forever in this little tiny corner of the house. I suppose she could have always dropped some cat food down for me and probably even some water but I have other needs and well anyway lets not think about that anymore. I was pretty happy too and we went downstairs and sat on a chair together and I got patted. I don't know what my new person did, but I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I started thinking. Had I been stuck? Was I pretending to be stuck to fool my new person? I wasn't sure anymore. I thought about it all day yesterday. It continued to bother me until I woke up this morning filled with anxiety. I ran up the stairs howling. I howled and howled, my thoughts had upset me so much. Was I stuck? I couldn't remember. I think I fooled myself.

Of course again I woke up my new person who felt sorry for me and didn't yell and encouraged me to just lie down and relax. Later this morning, hanging out on the front porch watching the birds, I began to feel better, relaxed, more like myself. I had some great long naps throughout the day and when my new person returned home, I was in the mood again to play another trick on her.

The sun had begun to fall and the house was darkening. My new person was walking around the house and closing the shades. She noticed that I wasn't in any of my usual spaces. Not on the bed, not on any of the soft chairs, not on the futon couch. H'mm. Was I hiding under the bed? Nope! Perhaps I had disappeared or was locked out on the porch?

She looked in the closet and then I rustled around in the box I was hiding in. Yes, I was hiding in one of the boxes on the top shelf in the closet. What made this even funnier is that this box contained Buddy the Gourd's coffee mug collection. Ha, ha Buddy, I sat in your box of mugs. My new person baled me out. She laughed. I'm still giggling about it too.

- Posted by Smuf at 08:45 PM