Sometimes, the Husband and I lose our cat. We try to be good, responsible pet-owners, but cats are tricksy.
One time, it was because she slipped out the back door while I was saying goodbye to my sister. Our cat is not allowed outdoors, and up until that point, had shown nothing but terror at the prospect. We had no idea until my sister came back inside with our cat in her arms, asking, “Did you want this?”
Another time, I was putting groceries away after a shopping trip and she climbed into the potato cupboard while I had my back turned. Then she just sat in there, quietly, until I realized I hadn’t seen her in a while and started tearing the house apart, searching. I finally threw open all my cupboard doors and there she was, next to the potato sack, looking a little bored.
Yet another time she got into the box spring of our mattress, which, I mean, how? Why?
We keep thinking we’ve discovered all her hiding places, but this past week, we knew she’d found another one because we’d both been yelling her name, patrolling every room of the house, checking every nook and cranny, and then turning around and she’d be right there, like, “What’s up? Been here the whole time.”
The third night of this hide-and-seek, we went through each part of the house systematically, and finally, my husband thought to look through the broken grating on our coach end-table, and spotted her burrowed in with my childhood stuffed animals.
I worry this does not bode well for the someday when the Husband and I start a family. But maybe kids are not as tricksy as cats.
Hopefully, she won’t teach them anything.