Delores was nowhere to be found today. This was not good, because Delores is old, hyperthyroid and nearly blind. She usually meets our human at the door and hisses at her. I rarely hiss at anything, but I guess that's Delores' way of telling our human she's happy to see her.
But she wasn't at the door today. And she wasn't on her big, cushy ottoman or on the sofa. How scary...
Our human looked everywhere... at least three times. She looked under every piece of furniture, went through the closets with doors that had been left open just a few inches and tried to see behind the stove. No Delores. She was thinking about driving around the block a few times to give Delores a chance to come out and eat when she noticed a tiny lump under the white throw on the couch. It didn't look big enough to be a cat, but still it was worth a try. Our human touched the lump with one finger, and the white throw sprang to life. Hiss! Hisss! HISS!!!
Our human apologized for interrupting Delores' nap and tiptoed out the door.
Monday, October 6, 2008
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