If I had a dollar for every time I say, "Where's Boo!?" I would have a lot of dollars. Just this morning, while I was feeding them and she was nowhere to be found, Andy thought perhaps she wasn't hungry. I knew better. She has the metabolism of a hummingbird. I could hear her mew, and figured I would go looking for her after I had filled all of the bowls. Then I heard Andy chuckle. He said she was in the laundry room. He deduced this when he saw her tiny paw reaching under the door. Case closed.
I don't seem to be able to get through to anyone Boo!'s proclivity for sneaking into places without detection. She loves nothing more than to prove she's faster and smarter than you or anyone else. This is especially trying when one is attempting to enter an area where she is not allowed - like the garage or the forbidden bedroom. Andy definitely can't see her flying past him.
Once she has gotten through the forbidden zone's doorway, she makes a quick dive into or under a place where a human cannot possibly access. Well, we certainly can't. Like under a bed or into the maze of clothes and stuff piled up in the laundry room. I have gotten to the point where I simply announce to her, "Okay, if you're in here, I'm turning off the light and closing the door. Better come out or you'll be stuck in here."
Believe it or not, she usually understands this. On stubborn days, she will stay tight in her hiding place, then call to me when she's good and ready to come out. I think it's funny how cats can sound so pitiful when they need you to rescue them from something they did to themselves.
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Speaking of the Bullys, the Roon made it to another Christmas. Bless her sweet heart. I can't bear to think of a Christmas without her. (heavy sigh) I have to stay in the here and now. It's just too hard to think of what was (The Frenchies and so many more) and what will be (?) so I will enjoy each day we're all together.
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