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Escape Artist

Sometimes I worry about the future well-being of my unborn, not yet conceived children, because I’m not quite sure how good of a parent I’ll be.  You see, I opted to start working in a grocery store at 15 instead of continuing my babysitting career because I hated it.  Therefor I fully intend to have my sister on speed dial at all times, since at her ripe old age of 23 she still babysits.  Oh, she’s also a NICU nurse.  Other times I’ll think I’ll be ok, mostly because even when it comes to my cat I can sense when something is amiss.

You see, Pumpkin has a schedule on which she must be fed, or it’s like the world is ending.  She starts meowing at me the second my alarm goes off in the morning, and before I even have the front door fully opened in the evening when I come home.  The incessant meowing continues until the food is placed in her bowl in front of her.  It is super annoying, especially at 7 am when I’m trying to get dressed for work.

So this morning when my alarm went off, I noticed I was alone, which in itself is unusual but I continued with my morning routine.  By the time I opened my bedroom door to head downstairs, I fully expected to see the monster sitting outside of it meowing her face off.  Nope, no cat.  I knew she had been with me all night, thanks to some cat vomit on the bedroom floor, so downstairs I went.  Still no cat.  I outwardly groaned and asked Dani if she’d seen her, nope, and there are only a few places she could have been since she can’t get under my bed and the roommates keep their doors closed.  She was in none of those places.

I grabbed a bag of treats and headed out to the front porch where I called her name and shook the bag, hoping she’d come running.  Negative.  At this point my panic level was gradually increasing as I contemplated ways to tell my boss I wasn’t coming to work today because my cat was missing.  I went back inside and out the back door to the porch, again shaking the bag of treats and calling her name.  It was then I heard the unmistakable jingle of Pumpkin’s collar, thank god I have 57 tags and a bell on there, and out she came from under some bushes by the shed.

I quickly grabbed her and brought her back inside, at which point she started meowing for her breakfast like she hadn’t nearly given me a heart attack.  Just a perfectly normal morning for her with an adventure outside.  Sigh, pets.  I really have no idea how she got out, unless she scooted out the front door with my other roommate this morning.  She’s a wily one, that Pumpkin.

Anyway, so it was somewhat of a dramatic morning for me.  Luckily Pumpkin has never ventured too far from the house any time she’s gotten out.  Once she was in our neighbors house, but that’s a story for another time.  Two weeks till I head out to Wisconsin and my sister arrives tomorrow! Happy Thursday!

10 Responses

  1. My maternal instinct hasn’t kicked in, either. I’m reminded of the sex and the city when Miranda is yelling at Steve for having condoms in the diaper bag as Brady rolls off the couch behind her… yep…

  2. I’m pretty confident you’ll be a fantastic mom when you do have kids. You take pretty good care of Pumpkin, and I don’t care what anyone says, pets are good practice. At least that’s what I keep telling myself to justify the ridiculous amount of things I do for my dog.

  3. You’ll be a great parent, mainly, b/c you WANT children. That’s the first step. And my oh my, Pumpkin…sneaky kitty! It’s awful she gave you a panic attack, but I was laughing my ass off b/c that has happened to me so many times with my cats. Glad she’s home.

  4. Cats are so much harder to track down than dogs because they’re so quite. The jingle on the collar is clutch. I’m glad she’s safe. You’ll be a great mom.
    Oh, and I never babysat once. Never.

  5. Cats escaping is the SCARIEST. Well, I imagine an actual child escaping would be scarier, but whatever. True story: I am 27 and still babysit. Your sister’s got nothin’ on me. 😉

  6. If I love my kids even half as much as I’ve loved my dogs, they will be treated like little tiny royalty. Glad pumpkin is ok!
    PS- Karen’s Cafe hires murderers.

  7. Don’t cats just seem sneaky by nature?? My mom has 2 cats and Is wear the are always scheming! haha!

    • Goodlord….could I have had more errors in that comment? I meant to say: Don’t cats just seem sneaky by nature? My mom has 2 cats and I swear they are always scheming.

      Better. 🙂

  8. Im glad she is okay! I hate that feeling of panic when something happens to my pets!

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