Another disappearing cat story

[naama_gat at hotmail.com]

After reading the disappearing cats stories (I'm really glad your cat returned, Suzanne), I 
couldn't resist telling of the trauma my cat put me through.

A day or two after I moved into my new apartment (2.5 years ago), my cat, Augusta, 
disappeared. I had had for eight years then and was very attached to her. She had always 
been an outdoors cat, so I knew she could take care of herself - but this was a new place 
and I knew that cats tend to try to return to their old home.
I searched the neighborhood incessantly, called my old neighbours to keep an eye open in 
case she returns, and generally went into an anxiety ridden mourning. I was also really 
kicking myself for not making sure that all the windows were firmly closed.
After two days of this, I was walking into my bathroom when I suddenly noticed that my dog 
was sniffing strangely at the bottom of the closet. I ripped out the wooden bottom, looked, 
and two big, green eyes looked back. It was my cat (not Dobby)! She must have fallen from 
the back side of the closet, crawled into the space and just remained there as a protest 
against this terrible new place I had lugged her into. She was perfectly alright, not hurt 
or anything and since she hadn't made any noise, I knew she remained there by choice.

I'm moving to a different apartment next week (yay! I hate the one I'm living in now) and I 
dread to think of how she will react, what tortures she will put me through. I so hate 
worrying about my pets, it's one of the most horrid feelings there is. 



Naama