So I promised some friends who are in Hawaii on vacation (yeah, I know) to look after their two kitties. No problem, I've done it a million times.
So I get there this morning and the first thing that happens is...I can't get in. The lock won't turn. I had visions of having to go home and call my friends. Ater jiggling the key and the handle, the door finally pops opens. Hallelujah! The kitties greet me at the door. I get them sorted out and then plop myself in front of the TV with a soda and watch Food Network. I am so relaxed I am falling in and out of sleep.
Later I decide to take a shower because (a little story I haven't share with you) my shower is busted and for now I am forced to take a tub bath (which I hate) until I can gather funds to re-model the bathroom. The shower was just heavenly and when I was done I went to watch more Food Network and get more nap time.
I am vaguely aware that the cats aren't around but that's no biggie since they always hide out. I start to get ready to leave and all of a sudden can't find hide nor fur of either of them. They are missing. Long story short, after spending about 1/2 hour searching for them I decided I had to call my friends. Funny thing is after I had been madly searching for them, I spot one. I decided the other one must still be under the bed. It is so dark under there even with the light on that I got a broom and began poking it under the bed and - meow - found the other kitty. Thank you God! I called my friends back and told them all's well that ends well even after I nearly gave them a heart attack. Thank goodness they were with their friend who really is a doctor!
I came back home to my kitty who always comes to me when I call him. He is quite the talker and always has something to say to me. He is a love bug.
Night, night Kitty.