I'm only saying that because our cat, Soccer, has been missing since Monday. Yet, I only realized it Tuesday evening.
I have this horrible, sick feeling in my gut. This is wrong, so very wrong. Soccer never usually leaves the property. He would love to spend a warm afternoon in the sun, and it was always just outside the back door. Soccer saved his adventurous moments for hunting gophers in the yard and his sneak-attacks on anyone who dared to leave a cup of liquid unattended on the kitchen table. He hunted cups of milk and loaves of bread, mostly. Part of me was thinking (hoping, praying) that he would never find himself in harm's way.
I've checking all the sheds and places he could have been locked in. Stupid cat used to always follow me out to the shop in the back and sneak in while I was getting something. He was locked in there almost a full day one time. Now, as soon as we can't find him, we look in the shop.
He's not in the shop.
We have a shed that is sort of converted into a playhouse. He's been closed in there a couple of times too.
He's not in the shed.
The kids don't know he's gone. So much of his day was spent napping quietly in a chair at my desk or on the top of one of the bunk beds. I think that's why it took me a day and a half to realize that he wasn't around. I know we had him Sunday. Monday was full of distractions and we ended up being gone until after 7 that evening. I was more than halfway through Tuesday before it occured to me that I hadn't once had to chase him off of my chair or sit on the edge and share it with him.
I miss arguing with the cat over who gets my chair.
Lily has even been acting strange this week. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I just assumed that it was because we'd been gone so long on Monday. Now, I think she knew he was missing too. Once I thought about it, I realized that he wasn't with Lily Monday morning when I was making the lunches. Normally, the dog and cat are joined at the hip then, hoping I drop something. I might have noticed had 6YO not woken up with a headache that made me keep her home from school and get her into the doctor.
She has a sinus infection AND an ear infection. 12YO had a dentist appointment and an awards ceremony the same day. After our library trip, of course.
Like I said, we were pretty busy on Monday. Nothing was normal about that day.
Every time I hear the cat door flap open and click closed, I run to see if Soccer is here. No, it's just Lily, coming and going like usual. I almost don't hear the cat door most of the time, now I hear it every time. That dog comes and goes a LOT.
I see a silhouette of a four-legged creature walk past our back door. It's Lily. I hope the poor dog doesn't sense my disappointment in her presence. It's not personal, it's just that I'm used to having BOTH of my critter-friends here with me.
For now, a cup with milk in it sits on the kitchen table and nobody is knocking it over.
And I'm getting increasingly disappointed that there isn't another mess to clean up or a cat to yell at...