Wally? Wally? Waaalllllllyyyyyyyy!?!

November 13, 2013


Wally gave me a nice little scare this morning. Ralph had crawled under the covers with me around 4 (an adorable topic that deserves its own post) and Emme came to sit on him – but no Wally. Not that unusual.

I got up around 5:30 and went to the bathroom, accompanied only by Ralph and Emme. Not that unusual. Usually somebody misses Door Closing Time and yells in the hallway until I get out of the bathroom. Lloyd loves that.

I finished up showering, opened the door – and no Wally. Hmmm… Unusual.

I got dressed and figured he was already in the kitchen waiting to be fed. Walked downstairs – No Wally.

Very Unusual. In fact, wrong.

I immediately jumped to Worst Case Scenario (because why wouldn’t I?) and thought, “He’s dead. He crawled up in the floor joists in the basement and caught himself and has bled out. Worse yet, he is stuck and can’t say anything and I’ll only find him by the stench his rotting body will emit days later.” (I was first in line when they were handing out Irrational Paranoia. Nobody else was in line. I bet it’s because they hate me….) I walked all around the house calling his name, becoming increasingly more panicked as he never showed up. (Great. I killed Lloyd’s cat. Way to go, Lauren.)


When calling didn’t work, I knew the sound of kibble hitting the bowl would bring him. I went to the Food Drawer, opened it and….


Stupid cat. I should have known. You already know how he can open cabinets? Well, a while back I learned that he can open drawers. I’ve been using a magnet on the fridge as a ‘lock’, and apparently forgot to replace it. Somebody must have crawled inside and moved around enough to close himself in.

Way to not call out, Wally.


(This is a reenactment. He did not want to get in that drawer.)

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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8 Responses to “Wally? Wally? Waaalllllllyyyyyyyy!?!”

  1. Gretchen Said on:

    You call it paranoia -- I call it my super power (able to jump to the worst possible conclusion in a single bound.) I am sure it will come in handy someday.


  2. Brad Said on:

    His drawer-opening dexterity is impressive. Maybe you could teach him to do other more complicated tasks, like making shoes. Can you imagine what people would pay for shoes made by a cat?


  3. Tammy Said on:

    I must have been right behind you when they issued with “super power”. I can’t go to sleep at night or leave the house unless Iknow exactly where Atti is. She figured that out and sometimes hides from me in the morning so I won’t leave. She also likes to be under the covers and we often make “tents” for her on the loveseat or chair.


  4. CousinRachel Said on:

    That is laugh out loud funny! No question about it. (Well, at least after the paranoia has been relieved and the cat has been found.) The pictures help too. Next time I have a crisis of monumental proportions I am going to ask you to come and illustrate the situation -- then all will be better in my world. (Need I mention that I like the pictures?)


  5. Lloyd Said on:

    I think Emmi did it.


  6. Kristi Said on:

    Kinda like Where’s Waldo.


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