waiting...is difficult to do

[Warning: this is most definitely about my cats and my love for them.]

As you know, I let the cats out. Last night, Kats stayed out for a good 5 hours...until 2am! I lay in bed awake, waiting for him, trusting he was fine and would be home soon, but battling horrible fears that he tripped and cut himself or was stuck in some dark lonely alleyway. I faithfully kept the door open for him (mind you, it's not the front door; it's in the garage so it's not like people can walk in).

Wakame wasn't interested in going out. By the time I decided to lie in bed to wait for Kats, she was already snuggled in Dav's underwear drawer that was left half opened. When Kats finally waltzed in, I ran downstairs to close the door so I could finally get some shut-eye.

But in the morning, I noticed in horror that Wakame wasn't around. And I didn't remember her ever joining us on the bed as she usually does. She's done this before: be all asleep, and then when I totally don't notice, sneak outside in secret if the door is open. So I essentially locked her out all night! How awful! I kept imagining her tiny self meowing at the door. She gave up and left because when I ran down this morning and called for her, she wasn't around.

I had to go to work, so I am triple glad Dav is back because I could give him instructions to keep the door open, and IM me as soon as she came back. And, I got the IM I eagerly waited for at

[10:30] dav: i went on the fire escape and called her, she came in the door about 4 minutes later.

I'm so relieved.

This reminds me of when I was in junior high and just started going out about town in Tokyo. I never had a curfew, but I had to be responsible enough to make sure I caught the last train to get myself home. I remember distinctly the first few times I went out, I'd be riding my bicycle home from the train station, and as I got close to our house, I'd see my mom waiting outside our gate. She just couldn't help it. She wanted to let me go out, but couldn't go to sleep until I was home. Thank you, mom, for worrying about me. And now I do it to my cats...

Comments

[Ms. Jen]

Once in college, I went to visit my dad in San Diego via the Amtrak train. I got on the last train back to Fullerton and promptly fell asleep only to wake up after midnight at Union Station in Downtown LA. Oops.

After quite a bit of discombobulation, I finally had the presence of mind to call a friend in Pasadena to come pick me up. I stayed the night at her house and she put me back on the train in the morning.

;o)