My kitty has been gone for over two days and I am worried and sad. I came home from work last night around 6:30 and cried until I went to bed at 11. Of course it wasn't literally the whole time, but needless to say, I was a mess. OVER A CAT! I kept shoving my face in my boyfriend's chest and made his t-shirt all spotty with tears. It was pathetic. I've never really been in this position before, and I can't even imagine where he would be.
That actually sparks something for me.. where do our pets go when we can't find them for a long time, and they come back all of a sudden happy as the day they left? I'd like to read some theories, so if you have any, please share.
I imagine Heffer sneaking off around the fence, humming the 007 theme song as he trots down the sewer to meet his buddies. I see him arriving in a setting similar to the one depicted in the picture of the dogs playing poker, except they're all cats. They're smoking cigars and drinking whiskey, bitching about how their owner forgot to feed them the day before and that's why they're hanging out there. They say they don't hold grudges, but I know they do.. cheeky bastards. And going off of this logic, Heffer is probably pissed at me for throwing him off the desk the other day and this is my punishment. And the only reason they return happy again is because they're all hopped up on that reefer! And they never share either.. greedy pieces of crap!
I told Joey that if Heffer doesn't come back, we're getting a puppy. Rachelle says there are some puggles across the hall from the hippie-stand, and I might just have to check them out! That's right CAT! If you've somehow evolved and are reading this, I'm already negotiating your replacement! HA! (please come back... I miss you..)
peace and sad day
6 hours ago
