Fluffy Vanishes

"Bill Stock" wrote in message
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"polonca12000" wrote in message
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Bev wrote:

The saga started around 4.00 yesterday when DH told me he had let Fluff
out for a run. I always get all cats inside before dark and the more
slippery ones, like Clyde even earlier.

Fluffy never goes too far and always comes home within an hour at the
most. She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!! We
ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing. Eight
o 'clock, panic was setting in, something had happened, I was sure of
it. We even searched inside thoroughly although with screens over
everything she would have had to be let in by one of us. She refuses to
use the cat door so that was no go.

At 9 I was close to the tear stage and went over to see my neighbour in
case she was locked in his garage, like Clyde had been a couple of
times. But I didn't think she was because she is a busy little cat and
not really inclined to sleep in a garage when someone was nearby.

No, we looked in his garages and I trailed off home thinking of
Ollie!!!! Went into the kitchen and there she was as large as life with
her face stuck in the cat biscuits!!!
DH was as surprised as I was as he hadn't moved. Where had she been?

Later DH went to take her down to the cat house for the night but the
little fiend had vanished again. More searching - nope, nothing. Then
DH happened to knock against a small cardboard box that had been the
container of a large pot I had bought. I had given it to Bonnie to
play with. She likes ripping the cardboard off and spitting it on the
carpet. Fluff was inside the box, it was a tight squeeze but she had
made it.

This whole episode could have been solved by a simple solution -
beginning to open a small gourmet tin of ocean fish and whole
whitebait - she would have been there before I got the lid off.!!!

Bev

PS I am secretly suspicious of DH who vowed he let her out earlier. Have
not done any accusing as he was upset too. We are unpaid door openers
for Fluff!


Soncek is an inside only cat, but he still manages to disappear
completely and does not come when called, but appears again when he is
ready.

Smokey is the only kitty that disappears here. She likes to sleep under
the couch, under bed covers and under the old TV when we still had it. She
won't come when called either, so we open the Cheese drawer and she
magically appears.

Cali used to like to play hide n seek in her younger days. We could not
find her one day, so we called her and called her, but no Cali. After an
hour or so of searching we saw this nose peering out from under the
dresser. There was a space under the drawers that was not enclosed and she
had crawled in there. She was quite pleased with herself that day. Once we
had spotted her, we noticed the nose quivering the more we called her. The
little *******.


Rumble plays that game try to find him to give his pill. He runs and we
have a huge house and I can't give him a real great chase in the last few
months. Once he finds a place he stays there I have caught him watching me
from his safe spot unaware that I knew. My choice of word was why you
little $#^&$^%*%^&%*U#*($^%$*()Q*() @#@#?@?!@$#$#%@%*%^&$!!!!! Of course DW
is at me the whole time when he runs to find a new spot. Who needs exercise
just try to pill a cat

On Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:36:21 +1200, Bev wrote:

The saga started around 4.00 yesterday when DH told me he had let Fluff out
for a run. I always get all cats inside before dark and the more slippery
ones, like Clyde even earlier.

Fluffy never goes too far and always comes home within an hour at the most.
She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!! We
ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing. Eight o
'clock, panic was setting in, something had happened, I was sure of it.
We even searched inside thoroughly although with screens over everything
she would have had to be let in by one of us. She refuses to use the cat
door so that was no go.

At 9 I was close to the tear stage and went over to see my neighbour in case
she was locked in his garage, like Clyde had been a couple of times. But
I didn't think she was because she is a busy little cat and not really
inclined to sleep in a garage when someone was nearby.

No, we looked in his garages and I trailed off home thinking of Ollie!!!!
Went into the kitchen and there she was as large as life with her face stuck
in the cat biscuits!!!
DH was as surprised as I was as he hadn't moved. Where had she been?

Later DH went to take her down to the cat house for the night but the little
fiend had vanished again. More searching - nope, nothing. Then DH
happened to knock against a small cardboard box that had been the container
of a large pot I had bought. I had given it to Bonnie to play with. She
likes ripping the cardboard off and spitting it on the carpet. Fluff was
inside the box, it was a tight squeeze but she had made it.

This whole episode could have been solved by a simple solution - beginning
to open a small gourmet tin of ocean fish and whole whitebait - she would
have been there before I got the lid off.!!!

Bev

PS I am secretly suspicious of DH who vowed he let her out earlier. Have
not done any accusing as he was upset too. We are unpaid door openers for
Fluff!

As big as she is, one would think TuTu could not hide anywhere -- but
she does. Many times I have searched endlessly and have not found her,
only to turn around and there she is. MLB

Whew Bev, you had me going there. Pleased it all worked out OK.

Purrs for your nerves!

Lois
--
http://zeotropeburmese.kiwiwebhost.net.nz

Burmese are like potato chips, you can't just have one!


"Bev" wrote in message
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The saga started around 4.00 yesterday when DH told me he had let Fluff
out for a run. I always get all cats inside before dark and the more
slippery ones, like Clyde even earlier.

Fluffy never goes too far and always comes home within an hour at the
most. She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!! We
ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing. Eight
o 'clock, panic was setting in, something had happened, I was sure of it.
We even searched inside thoroughly although with screens over everything
she would have had to be let in by one of us. She refuses to use the cat
door so that was no go.

At 9 I was close to the tear stage and went over to see my neighbour in
case she was locked in his garage, like Clyde had been a couple of times.
But I didn't think she was because she is a busy little cat and not really
inclined to sleep in a garage when someone was nearby.

No, we looked in his garages and I trailed off home thinking of Ollie!!!!
Went into the kitchen and there she was as large as life with her face
stuck in the cat biscuits!!!
DH was as surprised as I was as he hadn't moved. Where had she been?

Later DH went to take her down to the cat house for the night but the
little fiend had vanished again. More searching - nope, nothing. Then
DH happened to knock against a small cardboard box that had been the
container of a large pot I had bought. I had given it to Bonnie to play
with. She likes ripping the cardboard off and spitting it on the carpet.
Fluff was inside the box, it was a tight squeeze but she had made it.

This whole episode could have been solved by a simple solution - beginning
to open a small gourmet tin of ocean fish and whole whitebait - she would
have been there before I got the lid off.!!!

Bev

PS I am secretly suspicious of DH who vowed he let her out earlier. Have
not done any accusing as he was upset too. We are unpaid door openers
for Fluff!


--

A black cat dropped soundlessly from a high wall, like a spoonful of
treacle, and melted under the gate -
Elizabeth Lemarchand

"Bev" wrote in
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She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!!
We ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing.
Eight o 'clock, panic was setting in, something had happened, I was
sure of it.

Every once-in-a-while, I consider letting Doc be an indoor-outdoor cat.
He does want to go out - he tells me so every day (for about a minute and
a half, then he goes back to sleep). But then I think about how I'd feel
if he just never came home one day, and I never knew what happened to
him. I just can't do it.

Chak

--
I'm a born-again atheist.
--Gore Vidal

Phew, I'm glad it all had a happy ending. It's scary when they find a new
hiding place.

Love

Jeanette

Chakolate wrote:
"Bev" wrote in
:

She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!!
We ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing.
Eight o 'clock, panic was setting in, something had happened, I was
sure of it.

Every once-in-a-while, I consider letting Doc be an indoor-outdoor
cat. He does want to go out - he tells me so every day (for about a
minute and a half, then he goes back to sleep). But then I think
about how I'd feel if he just never came home one day, and I never
knew what happened to him. I just can't do it.

Chak

I live near a rather busy street street corner and there are still predators
around that tend to nab cats (including the dogs people let run loose as
though they won't harm anything). I bought Persia a KittyWalk a number of
years ago. Now when the weather is nice and she begs to go outside, I put
her in the KittyWalk:

http://tinyurl.com/r6e4v

Mine is the patio model since I live in an apartment. You can add on to the
"system" making it as long as you wish. You can add a "cabana" for shade (I
did) or even climbing towers. She loves her KittyWalk.

Jill

On Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:36:21 +1200, "Bev" wrote:

The saga started around 4.00 yesterday when DH told me he had let Fluff out
for a run. I always get all cats inside before dark and the more slippery
ones, like Clyde even earlier.

Fluffy never goes too far and always comes home within an hour at the most.
She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!! We
ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing. Eight o
'clock, panic was setting in, something had happened, I was sure of it.
We even searched inside thoroughly although with screens over everything
she would have had to be let in by one of us. She refuses to use the cat
door so that was no go.

At 9 I was close to the tear stage and went over to see my neighbour in case
she was locked in his garage, like Clyde had been a couple of times. But
I didn't think she was because she is a busy little cat and not really
inclined to sleep in a garage when someone was nearby.

No, we looked in his garages and I trailed off home thinking of Ollie!!!!
Went into the kitchen and there she was as large as life with her face stuck
in the cat biscuits!!!
DH was as surprised as I was as he hadn't moved. Where had she been?

Later DH went to take her down to the cat house for the night but the little
fiend had vanished again. More searching - nope, nothing. Then DH
happened to knock against a small cardboard box that had been the container
of a large pot I had bought. I had given it to Bonnie to play with. She
likes ripping the cardboard off and spitting it on the carpet. Fluff was
inside the box, it was a tight squeeze but she had made it.

This whole episode could have been solved by a simple solution - beginning
to open a small gourmet tin of ocean fish and whole whitebait - she would
have been there before I got the lid off.!!!

Bev

PS I am secretly suspicious of DH who vowed he let her out earlier. Have
not done any accusing as he was upset too. We are unpaid door openers for
Fluff!

So glad the mystery was solved!

Ginger-lyn

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"jmcquown" wrote in
:

I live near a rather busy street street corner and there are still
predators around that tend to nab cats (including the dogs people let
run loose as though they won't harm anything). I bought Persia a
KittyWalk a number of years ago. Now when the weather is nice and she
begs to go outside, I put her in the KittyWalk:

http://tinyurl.com/r6e4v


I think this would kill Doc. He doesn't just want to go out, he wants to
hunt. Hunt. HUNT. Kill, eat, then come home. For him this would be a
major tease.

I think. Since I really suck at cat-mind-reading, I could very well be
wrong. :-)

Chak

--
I'm a born-again atheist.
--Gore Vidal

polonca12000 wrote:



Soncek is an inside only cat, but he still manages to disappear
completely and does not come when called, but appears again when he is
ready.

Redunzel can completely vanish- my cats are indoor only and this is a
very small flat. It's a worry as Redunzel likes to get out, she can
only get out onto the landing and the stairs but she's devious about
getting past me and whilst she usually only runs to the flat upstairs
and will bolt in if anyone opens a door, I have nightmares about her
getting out. no-one realsing then she gets the confidence to downstairs
and the people downstairs don't like cats. They would probably throw
her out and they always leave the front door open. And we live on a
busy main road.....

The number of times I've turned the place upside down even through I am
damn sure she didn't get out, imaging her getting out, getting hit by a
car or something , getting myself more and more worried even through
I'm sure she didn't get out but if she didn't get out then where is
she?

Then suddenly she appears as if from nowhere- I turned the bedroom
upside down so how come when I leave the room she walks out behind me?

It's her BCT. Sarrasine's less likely to do it through she does but her
attitude is that if she's going to give the Hoomins heart attacks she
prefers a more direct approach

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

On 2006-04-28, Lesley penned:

The number of times I've turned the place upside down even through I
am damn sure she didn't get out, imaging her getting out, getting
hit by a car or something , getting myself more and more worried
even through I'm sure she didn't get out but if she didn't get out
then where is she?

Then suddenly she appears as if from nowhere- I turned the bedroom
upside down so how come when I leave the room she walks out behind
me?

When I freak out like this, I shake a can of treats, and Oscar comes
running, or appears by the upstairs railing yawning and grooming
herself -- "What's all the fuss? You woke me up just for that?"

--
monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully

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