The Day the Higgins and Miggins Went Missing
October 30th 2007 20:53
I cat sit for my neighbour from time to time. It is a joyful task. I get to play with Higgins and Miggins, feed them and clean out their litter trays. I also find it good practice as I am planning on having some cats of my own one day so I treat them as if they were my children and take full responsibility for them. Another of my tasks is to make sure the cats (especially Miggins) don’t escape. So I walk around her flat making sure all the windows are locked.
One afternoon I was in the kitchen preparing their meal. This involves scooping out half a can of Whiskas into the cat bowl, followed by some pieces of raw kangaroo meat. I find looking at the raw meat pretty gross but I think about how much I love them and how they are looking forward to dinner and think, looking at some raw meat for a few minutes is a small price to pay for the joy they bring to me.
After I had their dinner prepared I came out into the living room and noticed both cats had gone missing. I checked all the locks and windows and sure enough, they were shut so logic told me they had to be in the flat some where. So I checked the kitchen and bathroom. No sign. Then I checked their favourite hiding places: under the side table that sits adjacent to the window, inside my neighbour’s wardrobe and behind her Japanese screen. Still no sign. Where the hell were they? I called out their names. No response. Then I remembered my neighbour telling me when they were little they liked to sleep in her drawers. So I opened the drawers and there was still no sign of them. By now I was beginning to panic. My neighbour would kill me if anything happened to them. I finally thought the only place I hadn’t checked was above my head. That was when I happened to look up and I almost gasped from shock: there they were, sitting right on top of my neighbour’s 6 foot high cupboard!
I took this photo to show my neighbour. But when she came home she told me they often propel themselves upwards with their hind legs onto the cupboard so she wasn’t at all surprised to see them sitting up there.
One afternoon I was in the kitchen preparing their meal. This involves scooping out half a can of Whiskas into the cat bowl, followed by some pieces of raw kangaroo meat. I find looking at the raw meat pretty gross but I think about how much I love them and how they are looking forward to dinner and think, looking at some raw meat for a few minutes is a small price to pay for the joy they bring to me.
After I had their dinner prepared I came out into the living room and noticed both cats had gone missing. I checked all the locks and windows and sure enough, they were shut so logic told me they had to be in the flat some where. So I checked the kitchen and bathroom. No sign. Then I checked their favourite hiding places: under the side table that sits adjacent to the window, inside my neighbour’s wardrobe and behind her Japanese screen. Still no sign. Where the hell were they? I called out their names. No response. Then I remembered my neighbour telling me when they were little they liked to sleep in her drawers. So I opened the drawers and there was still no sign of them. By now I was beginning to panic. My neighbour would kill me if anything happened to them. I finally thought the only place I hadn’t checked was above my head. That was when I happened to look up and I almost gasped from shock: there they were, sitting right on top of my neighbour’s 6 foot high cupboard!
I took this photo to show my neighbour. But when she came home she told me they often propel themselves upwards with their hind legs onto the cupboard so she wasn’t at all surprised to see them sitting up there.
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