Sometimes, Quint hides very well. Like a couple of weeks ago when he knew he had a vet visit. Mom carefully timed out her day, figuring it would take approximately 2.56 minutes to find Quint and either plop him into the nearby waiting carrier or take him downstairs and whisk him into the carrier sitting by the door. Add another minute or two to get him into the car, carrier buckled in, and a light, soft blanket tossed over and tucked in here and there. And they’d be off for the 20 minute drive, with 5 minutes to spare once they got there.
Except he wasn’t upstairs and wasn’t downstairs. Mom’s brain was racing, “Did I see Quint this morning? Yes, he demanded his brushies. I saw him. But where is he now? Quint, where’s my Quint?”
Nothing. Not a peep.
She looked in the usual upstairs spots and then, systematically searched all rooms, even the forbidden entrance ones, and closed each off. All clear. No Quint upstairs. Downstairs, Mom checked the bathroom and closed it off. She checked both closets. Nope. Closed those off. She looked in spaces much too narrow and small for Quint, but she looked and felt around anyway.
She looked behind things, thinking all the while there was no way he’d get out into the garage, would he? No, not Quint, who’s scared of anything garage-like, even the door leading to the garage. Mom whirled around and saw the tip of an orange tail. Ah-HA!
There he was, practically right out in the open, sitting on Viola’s favorite kitchen chair not more than five feet away.
So really, the question is will he be “hiding” there again today when he goes back to the vet to check something else?
What do you think?
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2023 – One Word Wednesday
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2021 – Hot for Monday
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2017 – Cat Days? Every Day!
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2013 – Still Grumpy
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