Thank you for all of your supportive comments and prayers — Miss Ermengarde came home this morning at 6:30 AM, running around the corner of the house when I called her from the door. She took a long time to decide whether or not to come in the house, but I lured her with some tuna. What an ingrate!
Picking her up to check for damage, I realized that not only was she unhurt, she was warm!! Except for the chilly tips of her ears, she hadn’t even suffered from the freezing cold! Which means that my indoor cat obviously has decent survival skills and must have found a cozy nook somewhere under the house. She isn’t wheezing or sneezing — but *I* am from having spent so much of yesterday crawling around in dust and filth and waiting out in the damp cold for her. That wretched little beast.
In the act of cleaning Erm up, my face became itchy and swollen and I now have a very attractive squinty pirate eye. One Claritin later my breathing has improved, but I’m definitely going to need a witch hazel compress and a good hot bath.
All’s well that end’s well.
Thanks for your concern. Now, I’d like two eggs over easy and a side of bacon.
Well…at least her outdoor adventure didn’t turn into a visit to the Vet!
At least not for her. PeaceBang may yet need to visit the house-ape doctor.
I am ROFL at the quote under the picture. Perfect!
I had a similar experience with my Jake. They do real well outside. I think sometimes they need alone time and they will always come home for dinner eventually. But I think I would always worry. Cats are hard to herd.
Joy
So glad she is home safe, and hope you are on the road to recovery!
That picture is seriously amazing!
I am so very glad to know that one of your fur kids found her way home safe and sound.
We once “misplaced” our eldest cat (of blessed memory) and had a terrible night without him. My (at the time) three year old didn’t notice that DC was missing, although it did play havoc with a jewellery demonstration that I was hosting that night. My husband slept on the main flor, with all doors open and lights on. In the morning, came downstairs to find DC looking at me with that: “Hi Mom… When’s breakfast?”look on his face.
The three year old is now in her teens, and has a cat of her own, and I have Theo the dog – and another cat who sleeps (I kid you not) on the scanner on my desk. (Resulting in CAT Scans.)
And no one has gotten out the door in many years since DC’s great “out of jail free” evening.
Marni