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.)