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So I am scrambling around this morning getting everyone ready to go; the kiddies with Boob to work, and me ready to go to get gas and then off to work. That's always a treat when you have to get EVERYONE ready to go at like 6:30 in the morning. Every morning I always check to make sure the boys (my kitties) have food and water before I go. I also usually either give them a pat on the head, or a smooch goodbye, as well. If you know anything about me, you would know that my cats are like my two other children. I thought about it as I was walking out the door, that Seven or Sevvy as we some times call him, was AWOL, and I thought that was rude of him not to come and say goodbye to me. Yet, I didn't give it much thought, other than that I didn't have enough time to go run and find him like I usually would to say goodbye. I just was thinking what a punk he was for probably being too comfy somewhere, cuddled up all in my laundry or something to come and see me. So I yelled off to him that I was leaving and that I would miss him and that I love him. YES, I am a nut for my boys.
So I left, went to work for three hours and then went to get the kids, and than ran over to the gym for a couple hours to get in a desperately needed workout. Then I flew home, ran in the door expecting to see my beloved "son" waiting at the door for me like always. If he isn't right there, he usually comes staggering in, like he just woke up from a 100 year nap. He loves his mama. But NO, no Sevvy, and so I panicked. I sent the kids off running around the house looking for him. Now our house isn't that big, about 1700 sq.ft. However, though it's not large in size, there are plenty of places the lil bugger has discovered as hiding places. The house is a zoo, with only three people in it, with everyone running around trying to find my baby. Oh to be a fly on the wall. Anyway, we looked EVERYWHERE. Everywhere but where he really was, of course. People hate when I am a smart aleck, when they say "I've looked everywhere for BLANK." I usually reply: "Everywhere but where BLANK is." LOL. Anyway, finally after about an agonizing 15 minutes of running from floor to floor, and about 41 hits on the can opener, I decided to look in our RARELY used front hall closet.

LO AND BEHOLD! My darling Sev was in the smallest area of the house! Of course there is like 73 pairs of shoes in there and an old book bag and one of Joe's windbreakers wadded up at the bottom of the closet. There was also a plastic bag with hangers in it. POOR CAT. There was loads of fur floating out of the closet and a slightly foul aroma. GREAT. So, I tried handing the job of cleaning out the closet to find the source of the odor off to Dee, but her answer to that was a less than polite: "You must be out of your mind!" So yep, you guessed it, I had to do it. Of course the poor cat was in there for I don't have any idea how long, because I was at work last night, and came home with just enough time to eat something before I passed out in bed. Who could the culprit be that left the closet door open? Just long enough for Sevvy's fat butt to get in there? I am SURE it was Deena. She is the only one who ever really goes in there. I am sure who ever closed it never thought to look in there for one of the fur babies. So needless to say, he peed on the plastic bag, as smart as he is, and crapped on one of my old fake leather boots. I couldn't have asked for a smarter cat, really. One the sneakers in there got hit too, but they were a pair that didn't fit, so I didn't feel bad about throwing them away. The boot was easy enough to wash off, so there was no loss there and the hangers can be washed too. BUT I am agonizing over how long my poor kitty was in there. I am sure it must have seemed like forever to him! I feel so awful. After he got out, he didn't even go run to the "bathroom" or to eat or drink, either. He just wanted to run around me and be pet. He's such a lover! Ironically, I took a photo the other day of him while he was wearing my shoes. If that's not foreshadowing I don't know what is!
Well, now that I have released my frustrations, I am going to go poke around in the kitchen to see what I can whip up for dinner. Maybe I will be back later with some other tales of woe.
Tootles All!
Colleen
Hey there!! Things are great over here! Thanks for asking! School is in high gear and we're having a great time! The kids really enjoy being challenged, especially my almost-eleven year old son, Caleb. He scored off the charts on the standardized tests last term, so we upped him to 7th grade material. So far, so good!