Shane, likewise, suffered no ill effects from going a whole twelve hours without food, despite his non-stop cries to the contrary ever since he was released back into the warm embrace of the basement and his beloved food bowl. I hate to be critical, but that boy could stand to lose a few pounds.
Nimrod's inability to notice an open door (which even I detected from upstairs during my two o'clock nap), might just be the necessary catalyst to make him realize he's a house cat, not a ninja. (Or, whatever it is he fancies himself.) As a cat who once also loved the outdoors, I can sympathize with his desire for freedom. However, resignation to the reality of one's situation is every bit as powerful as ruling a whole neighborhood , even if not as pleasant.
Lastly, with everyone else trapped in the garage or the grips of despair (as Nimrod was all night), I was free to enjoy the company of the humans all by myself. It was nice to be back to our bedtime routine without any feline interruptions. Just as it should be, in my opinion. But, I digress.
The real issue that worries me has nothing to do with the great garage gaffe of 2013. The other cats have been so wrapped up in their little drama that they have failed to notice the unusual behavior of the people. Extra loads of laundry. More time spent on the phone. Examination of the luggage. It can only mean one thing - a trip is imminent.
I don't like it when they're gone. First off, it is extremely challenging to ascertain and protect their safety when they are not around. Also, they've taken to locking us all in the basement together when they leave. I'm sure it is more convenient and leads to less mess for them, but I do so wish they'd consider my feelings when making such decisions. I'm doing my best not to worry. But, judging from the sizes of the suitcases they're checking over, it might be a long trip.
With Apprehension,
Charles
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