So yesterday, I was out all day (on a date with an amazing guy) and I’d left the apartment about 9:30am. Incidentally, that the senile old bat still hasn’t removed her festive Xmas decorations yet.
But I digress.
I got home last night around 9pm and noticed that all the verticle blinds in the front window were seriously askew. moreso than I’d ever seen. Ifigured that the bug must’ve been stalking and lunging at birds fluttering around the feeder. I opened the door and noticed that William was nowhere to be seen, whjich is odd with him, to say the least. He’s ALWAYS there to greet me, but this time only the bug was there, meowing more than usual. I looked around. I called him, expecting him to emerge from behind the sofa or a bookcase to greet me. Nothing. Silence. Feeling the first twinge of panic, I searched under the bed and in the closet and bathroom. Nothing. He was gone.
So just as I was lunging for the door, I heard a loud, moaning yowl outside. I opened the door and William flashed inside, bolting immedately for the dark under the bed. He was terrified. He yelled at me and yelled more loudly than I’ve ever heard a cat yell. He was hisssing at the bug and shivering like a leaf. I grabbed him (his fur was hot) and put him before the water bowl where he drank for 3 minutes solid. It was a good hour before he stopped shivering and yowling. It scared me profoundly to think of what could have happened during those hours he was outside. He’s never been out unsupervised before.