I have a funny story I want to share that happened when we were leaving for our trip last week.
We left last Sunday, and all day we were in and out of the house, packing the car and truck. Both Trixie and Harley managed to escape, but I figured they’d come back before time to leave.
No such thing! I called and called! No Harley, no Trixie. I looked throughout the house just to make sure. I walked the neighborhood! Still no sorry cats! Hubby and oldest son had already left with the truck. Younger son and I needed to follow soon to get there in time for dinner. What was I to do? My daughter was driving down from school on Tuesday to house/cat sit. I really didn’t want to leave them outside for that long, but I had no choice. So I sat the cat feeder/waterer out on the deck and we left. A couple of hours into my trip a “light went off” in my head….I’ll call my friend, Shelley, and have her go by the house on Monday morning. So I did that and gave her the code to my garage opener so she could get into the house and let them in.
Well, Monday morning Shelley called. 1) Battery was dead on garage door opener so there was no way she could get in the house. 2) No Trixie to be found! 3) Blinds were partly up on my French doors and she could see Harley INSIDE! Sorry little kitty had been hiding somewhere and ignored my calls for him.
Sooooooo….problem now….I had not left any food or water INSIDE because I thought the cats were both OUTSIDE! Poor Harley! All he had was a brand new UNOPENED bag of cat food and possibly a few open toilets!
Now I was worried because there was NO way to get inside and my daughter couldn’t leave school until Tuesday. I knew Harley would be okay for a couple of days, but I worried about how hungry he would be. I figured he would be smart enough to drink out of a toilet but I just couldn’t bear the thought of him being hungry. For two nights I lied in bed worrying about my Harley!
I finally got a telephone call late Tuesday from my daughter. She had just gotten home. Trixie showed up and she was fine! But how had my poor little Harley managed? Well…”poor little Harley” had knocked over the brand new, UNOPENED, huge bag of cat food and had proceeded to gnaw at the bag until he had a hole large enough to eat out of! The little stinker! Katie said the only thing Harley was starving for was ATTENTION! And to think I lost sleep over him! LOL!