I’ve had a very stressful night. First, even Ambien couldn’t knock me out, so I was up all night. Then, at about 4 am, I heard a cat crying outside, and lo and behold! my strictly in-doors cats, bought for me to help with Empty Nest issues, had escaped the house through the dryer vent hole!! Little Jerks.
I was able to catch one of them, Milo, quickly, but the other was nowhere to be found.
Yes, I wandered through the dark looking for him in a robe and slippers like a weird woman acting in some bad commercial. Little jerk was mocking me…I can feel it. After 3 hours — 3! – Sebastian decided to wander his little butt home, thus ending my nightmarish worry.
As I was sitting here, relief washing all over me that both of them were safe and sound in the house again, it occurred to me that I’ve just freaked out over two house cats. I don’t freak out over house cats.
Tomorrow, my son is heading to Texas to see if this is a move he wants to make. With my youngest in Japan, that leaves only one of my chicks here near me. I think that’s why I was flipping over my cats. They’ve come to represent my children in some weird way….. Which I’m wondering if that might be a bit much, even for me. I mean, if they keep doing stuff like this, will I potentially lose my mind??
I need a nap. Exhaustion is shading this way too heavy for me right now.