my cat ran away over the weekend
i was at my boyfriend's place friday and saturday night, and usually he's fine but my apartment has been having plumbing problems and the plumber said i had to leave the shower window open to let the bathroom air out and while i was gone my cat somehow jumped in the air, punched out the screen, and ran away
i blame myself, i don't spend enough time with him anymore. plus, my old apartment was super nice and by the water and my cat could sit out on the balcony all day and smell fresh air. my new apartment is straight up in the middle of LA and there is no balcony so i can't do anything but hold him and stand on the porch every once in a while while he looks around like newly-freed movie hostages squinting in the unfamiliar outdoors
anyway i freaked the fuck out and started crying. i ran all around my apartment complex calling his name, and finally i heard him meowing behind a fence--the fence between my apartment building and the scariest, most decrepit, most assuredly haunted house you will ever see in your life. my apartment manager (who very kindly helped me through the ordeal) and i went over to the house and started screaming "HELLO? IS ANYONE HOME?" to no avail, because apparently an extremely old lady (mean spirited by all accounts) lives in there and never comes outside. her driveway is gated and master locked so you can't even get to her door. seriously guys her house looks like the witch's house in big fish
my apartment manager (left) and me at the neighbor's housei try to jump the fence but the chain link is cut sharply on the top and i destroy my jacket and almost cut my leg. i spend half an hour lying on the ground next to my cat trying to keep an eye on him, but he wanders off again and stops responding to my calls. i google runaway cats and find out they're more likely to come out and respond to calls at night, so i retire to my apartment for a while, where i watch an episode of parks and rec while crying and eat a maple donut (very delicious).
finally my SO comes over (he was busy), and like a valiant champion of all things good and holy in this earth, jumps over the fence, grabs my cat, hands him over to me, and then jumps back over the fence with only the help of a tree stump. je vois la vie en rose. i thank him repeatedly to the point of annoyance.
my cat feels dirty as fuck so i give him a bath, which is always an ordeal. then i wrap him up and kiss his stupid head and tell him i love him. and then i give him enough treats to sedate a feral mountain lion into a dreamlike state of submission.
BRRM brrm brm brm brm BRRM brrm safe and soundthe end