Things have been interesting around here over the last week and a half. For example, take day two in the new house. Here are the highlights, and by highlights I mean low-lights.
DAY TWO:
Getting ready for the day, and I realize the cat is missing.
Start looking.
M admits to leaving the door cracked as he was unloading the car.
Start panicking.
M is sure that she is hiding somewhere in the house, although we have looked everywhere, four times.
Start falling apart... Literally on the ground sobbing.
(Try not to judge, I had about 5 minutes of sleep that first night!)
Start searching outside. Keep searching inside.
Start praying for us to find her, or for her to find us!
In the midst of my hysteria, I decide to be proactive.
Start making handwritten signs for all of the neighbors. Ask M to distribute to everyone on our street. "Hi! I'm your new neighbor. Have you seen our cat?" He claims he tried every house, but I think he just stuck some in the mailboxes.
Now I need everyone in the neighborhood to know she's lost.
Start making handwritten signs for all the stop signs in the development. Hand is cramping. Sharpie is running dry. After 25 or so handmade fliers, M leaves to make copies.
I go upstairs and realize the vanity doesn't extend to the floor.
Start praying. Lay down on the bathroom floor. FOUND!
Thank you, Lord. Stupid cat.
Call M. He says he thought she was in the house all along, but there was no sense trying to reason with his hyperventilating wife.
M immediately begins to make fun of the artwork on my handwritten signs. (Has yet to stop.) Apparently no one would have been able to identify Luca by the cartoon likeness.
I thought it was pretty good considering the rate at which I was turning those fliers out! Right!?
-E
