Chloe Bailey, no relation to George Bailey (updated again)

so yeah. i had this GREAT post i was working on all day. i had been tinkering with it since 6 am and had been adding to it, shaping it, molding it, sanding it, and manipulating it for almost 10 hours. it was gaining more steam as my day progressed... and when i pulled into the parking lot at 3, i was all watered up to blog.

and then it happened.
i walked towards my door and for some reason... it was open. not cracked. not ajar. OPEN. and Baby Brother's car was nowhere to be seen.

so, what did my dumb ass do? i walked in and said, "hello" as in "hello mr. killer man, please don't let me disturb you, but i wanted you to be aware that i am here, so you can commence with the killing and the rape and the theft."

and then it hit me. i only saw one cat. normally i see 2. not because of my super special drunken double vision goggles, but because hey, guess what? we have 2 cats. then i started to panic. (right like the murderer wouldn't have made me panic.) so i grabbed their food bowl and started shaking it, in hopes that Kitty #2 (aka Chloe) would come running from her hiding place to announce, "hahhahhahhahhah.... fooled you!"

no dice.

i searched the house. under beds, in the tub, in closets, in boxes. nada. no Chloe. well FUCK. that can mean only one thing. she got out. so i called Baby Brother's work to see what time he worked today (hoping that he worked at 2 and my house has only been "open to the public" for an hour) he went to work right after i did. so, by Christel Math, that makes it 9 hours with the door open for Chloe to not only plan her escape, but execute it and be halfway to mexico by now.

grrrrrreat.

so i took the box of food outside and rattled it around. then i began the search. now, we live in an apartment. which means... well, yeah, i'm fucked. she could be anywhere. and she's probably scared. which means that even if i walked past the bush where she is cowering, 17 times, she isn't going to come out and run to the door screaming "OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE"

so the boy came home. and i left the door open. and what did he do? yeah, walked in and said, "hello" and now i am the only one who is going to kill anything, at this point.

i then explained to him, in the least diplomatic way possible that he left the door open and Chloe got out. he told me that he will go look for her. so we both went outside to look for her. at this point i was on the phone with Husband. he was the cool , "dont worry baby, she'll turn up, everything will be ok, call me if anything changes and oh yeah, jump all up in Baby B's ass would ya?"

we looked for about 30 minutes. and i had left the door open. i told the BB that he best put on a sweater, because in addition to the door being open all day for visitors, and the cat getting out, the heat has been on all day, too. and i am not going to keep it on while we leave the door open for Chloe to come home.
i have called my mom and given her another one for the "Please Keep Me From Killing Him" files. that file got started when i was 9, when he was born. it's a thick folder. please refer to http://3gallonsofcoffee.blogspot.com/2004/11/joe-crow.html#comments for more tales.

meanwhile.
Mom was of the "Someone could have come in and you could have been MAULED" school of thought.
Husband was of the "Someone could have come in and stolen ALL OUR SHIT" school of thought.
i was of the "Someone left the door open and MY CAT IS GONE" school of thought.
and finally, Baby Brother was of the "i was in a hurry" school of thought.


none of this brings Chloe back. and my hands are starting to freeze since the sun is setting and we don't have the heater on.

did i mention that ANY picture we had of Chloe was on the old hard drive which was KAPUT?
did i also mention that she does NOT have a collar, because she and her sister are INDOOR cats?
and did i also mention that if, she does not come back, my family will be minus one Baby Brother?

needless to say, i will save my great post from today for tomorrow.
please send out Come Home Kitty juju.







and, david, please don't mention this to him at work. he feels badly enough. thanks.



******* i DID find a picture of her i had posted on one of my message boards. granted its her backside, but at least people can tell what color cat they should look for. and since she has a weird bump in her tail, that wont be too hard to distinguish. let's hope i dont have to put them up tomorrow.*******





I DON'T NEED THE SIGNS. SHE'S HOME!!!!

i woke up this morning around 5 and went to go check the food outside and it was gone. i put more out there and tried to go back to sleep. after baby brother's alarm went off, i was sorta drifting in and out. i heard the door close and then a few seconds later, i heard her crying. he went out to start his car and heard her crying in the bushes. he went in a grabbed her and put her in the house. i am sure he feels much better knowing he is the one that fucked up, and then fixed it. our other cat kept following her around sniffing her because she smelled funny. but she has been acting like nothing was wrong. like she does this all the time. well, missy, i got news for you. so we have 2 cats again. life can go on.