Today my only accomplishments were finding the cat and completing several puzzles in the Monkey level of the highly addicting WordBrain game. Finding the cat took much, much longer.
I slept in very late, and when I finally got up, DH asked if I'd seen Alice, our deaf tortie. Whole house search ensues. Even more thorough whole-house search continues. Flashlights deployed to look in the darkest corners of closets and shelves on cupboards (she has been known to sneak into an open cupboard and curl up in there.)
No luck. DH went out to look for her in the neighborhood, and I made up flyers to post and hand out to the neighbors. Ringing doorbells, I was very sorry to interrupt my neighbors' Memorial Day weekend, but everyone I spoke to was very friendly and kind. A neighbor two doors down said she had seen Alice outside on Friday. Friday! How could she have been out since then? I felt terrible to think she had been outside all this time! It is very hot now, too. Another neighbor two more houses over had seen her last night, when her dog saw her out front and went crazy, barking. Of course Alice was oblivious because she is deaf! But it was a relief knowing she was OK last night.
When I ran out of flyers, I came in to think about what to do next. DD and I decided to take the car out to put up some flyers a little farther out in the neighborhood, so I printed some more. An older gentleman was very reassuring, "Your cat is within 50 yards of your house. She may be in someone's garage, but believe me, they never go far." He told me stories of his cats that were gone for up to 12 days... living in a neighbor's garage! That was encouraging. About three minutes after that, we turned up another street and I noticed one yard had their sprinklers on, and water was running down onto the sidewalk. It was late afternoon, about 5PM, by this time, and most people don't water their lawns at that time around here. I noticed the water first, but then I noticed there was something under one of the cars in the driveway. We pulled over and I ran over to the car, and there she was, stretched out. I panicked for a moment but then I could see she was breathing.
I called her, but of course, no response, and I couldn't reach her from the back of the car. From the side I could just reach her hind paws, so I snagged them and pulled her towards me. Of course this woke her up and she was very irritated to be dragged from the shade of the car, but I didn't care. I held her very close and DD drove us the approximately 25 yards home.
DD and then spent another half-hour or so taking down all the flyers I had put up, and retrieving any that were still in neighbors' doors. I was very thorough in plastering the neighborhood, but I've never minded using up paper and ink so little. It was worth it to have her back.
I did some math yesterday morning, but then spent the afternoon antiquing with DD, which was lovely, except for the pain. I've had it for so long now that I've named it the crab, because it feels like something take chunks of me, pulling and pinching. Sometimes I feel fine, especially if I can stay off my feet, but walking around for hours yesterday and today was challenging at times. Mostly it's mid-range on a pain scale, which means if I get involved in something, I can forget about it, but then other times, I can't ignore. I have a CAT scan scheduled for Tuesday, and I would really like to know what is going on. For now, though, I think, go to sleep, little crab, leave me alone!
Alice needs brushing. I'm off.