Our big, 18+ lb. cat, Stripey, has been nothing but trouble today. Somehow, sometime, he snuck his way out of the apartment without any of us knowing (except our other cat, Vivvy).
About 2:30 or so this afternoon, Vivvy began to yowl and whine about something. Elise put her on a leash and she went out for a few minutes, but came in and continued to yowl very loudly. After a few minutes, I understood what she was saying -- this was her "Stripey is outside the apartment" yowl. And so we began a frantic search inside to locate Stripey -- which, obviously was unsuccessful.
Then we expanded the search outside, but he was nowhere to be seen. And with his cute, dainty voice, it certainly would not be heard, even if he were to make noises rather than cowering in fear. We search all around the apartment grounds multiple times. We went across the road to see if we could spot cat-like movement along the beach rocks. I took my bike and rode around several blocks to see if he had made his way away from the apartment.
In my initial search around the grounds, I came across a handful of locations that could hold a hiding, cowering cat. I searched around them but didn't find anything. It was about an hour later, searching the same area for the fifth or sixth time that I saw a little kitty head poking out in a little hole underneath a pile of concrete slabs on the next property. And there he was. He had found a hole just big enough where a dog wouldn't be able to get in, and where even a team of Bald Eagles would have a difficult time pulling him out.
Elise came by, so I had her work on Stripey while I went to search for Shelley who had gone off in her own search. We were all safely united a few minutes later.
We then rushed off to the parade pictured in the earlier posting.
After the parade, we came home, and then headed almost right back out for a picnic supper on the west side of the city.
Upon returning from the picnic, Stripey used the litter box -- sort of. He somehow used it backwards, so that his business landed outside the container, onto the floor, the rug, and the door.
How much trouble can an 18 lb. cat get into in a single day? From the looks of it, quite a bit. I've had just about enough of it.
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