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Freaking out, a little.
Jan. 4th, 2007 12:22 pmYesterday's word of the day was... Hell, I've forgotten it again. -_- But it means "junk" or "unnecessary things". Um. TRUMPERY! That was it. *so proud of myself* I can't remember today's word of the day. Bugger off.
So! Junior, the hellkitten of love and laughter and trouble and doom, has disappeared. We let him outside around 8:30 last night (sort of; it's actually more like he leap-frogged over our other cat as she was coming in) and we haven't seen him since. This is upsetting. He usually stays out for long stretches of time, sure, especially at night, but he also usually comes when we call for him. When 10:30 rolled around last night and the 'rents decided they wanted to go to bed, they called and he didn't come. So my dad volunteered to wait up for him. Silly man; he wound up sleeping on the couch.
I went downstairs around 6:40 this morning to get a drink before I did the whole getting-ready-for-work thing, and the cat still wasn't there. We called him. Nothing. Sad. My mum figured he was cold and had curled up somewhere to fall asleep, but would come back when he woke up. Sure. I could live with that. I left the house at 7:30 to get to work, and still no cat.
I called home shortly after I got to work (about 8:20, I guess?) and he still hadn't shown up. My mother's new theory was that he'd gotten himself locked in someone's garage (way to go, cat), and she promised to call when he came back. It's noon now, and there's still nothing. I called home, and no one was there, so... Yeah. Well, my mom had to work, I know, and my dad (poor man!) is probably catching up on some of the sleep he missed yesterday, or something. Still, I'm freaking out a little. I'm sure he's fine, but it's gnawing at me. And that's sort of bad. On all levels.
I have been doing the stupidest shit today to keep myself from thinking about that stupid hellkitten. Like working (oh noes!). But I haven't had any coffee yet today (because anxiety + coffee = not so good for, you know, my sanity. Come to think of it, I haven't had any coffee yet this year. Oooooh. Maybe I'll make that a belated resolution. Except I won't, because I know better), so that's a plus, I guess.
Kitteeeeeeeen. *whines like a two-year-old*
edit: I ordered office supplies last week, since I had nothing else to do, and among the things I ordered was a staper. It arrived today. How lame is it that I can't get a stapler out of the package? aljklkjlsjvklj.
So! Junior, the hellkitten of love and laughter and trouble and doom, has disappeared. We let him outside around 8:30 last night (sort of; it's actually more like he leap-frogged over our other cat as she was coming in) and we haven't seen him since. This is upsetting. He usually stays out for long stretches of time, sure, especially at night, but he also usually comes when we call for him. When 10:30 rolled around last night and the 'rents decided they wanted to go to bed, they called and he didn't come. So my dad volunteered to wait up for him. Silly man; he wound up sleeping on the couch.
I went downstairs around 6:40 this morning to get a drink before I did the whole getting-ready-for-work thing, and the cat still wasn't there. We called him. Nothing. Sad. My mum figured he was cold and had curled up somewhere to fall asleep, but would come back when he woke up. Sure. I could live with that. I left the house at 7:30 to get to work, and still no cat.
I called home shortly after I got to work (about 8:20, I guess?) and he still hadn't shown up. My mother's new theory was that he'd gotten himself locked in someone's garage (way to go, cat), and she promised to call when he came back. It's noon now, and there's still nothing. I called home, and no one was there, so... Yeah. Well, my mom had to work, I know, and my dad (poor man!) is probably catching up on some of the sleep he missed yesterday, or something. Still, I'm freaking out a little. I'm sure he's fine, but it's gnawing at me. And that's sort of bad. On all levels.
I have been doing the stupidest shit today to keep myself from thinking about that stupid hellkitten. Like working (oh noes!). But I haven't had any coffee yet today (because anxiety + coffee = not so good for, you know, my sanity. Come to think of it, I haven't had any coffee yet this year. Oooooh. Maybe I'll make that a belated resolution. Except I won't, because I know better), so that's a plus, I guess.
Kitteeeeeeeen. *whines like a two-year-old*
edit: I ordered office supplies last week, since I had nothing else to do, and among the things I ordered was a staper. It arrived today. How lame is it that I can't get a stapler out of the package? aljklkjlsjvklj.
