Thursday, July 24, 2014
Tumble Dry Kitty
Since K was at camp with Hubs this week, I decided that today I would kick around the house and be domestic. I freed the table of the pile that always feels it needs to live there, dusted, did some dishes, made a delicious dinner, watered some flowers outside, was a laundress . . . you get the idea.
I realized that I hadn't seen Leia for a while. I looked, didn't see her and figured she'd eventually show back up. She's an indoor kitty and our house isn't that big.
About an hour after I realize I hadn't seen her, I still haven't seen her. I looked in her usual haunts and still-- no kitty. This normally wouldn't be reason for alarm, but this kitty girl has gotten herself in some tight places before.
I started calling for her. I looked for her. I couldn't find her.
Then I remembered-- the dryer. Oh, no. Maybe she got into the dryer when I was throwing clothes in. I ran down, didn't hear a thump or meow and started digging through the clothes. :whew: No tumble dry kitty.
Then I thought about the possibility that the screen fell out. I checked the screens and they were all intact. :whew: No escape kitty.
Where is she? I called and called. Finally, I heard the ting of a tiny bell. She squirreled herself away in a place in K's tiny room that I didn't check. I don't know where she was, but she hopped over the baby gate and all was well.
I about had a heart attack when the thought that I tumbled her dry came to mind. I was listening to Jane's Addiction and I wouldn't have heard anything.
Double check dryer. She likes to stand and watch me throw clothes in.
Don't give mama a heart attack like that, kitty-dear. Mama can't handle it.