I couldn't find her anywhere! I had the closet door shut, looked under the bed...looked behind the t.v.
She had thrown up this morning, so then I went into 'omg she hid somewhere and died!?!!!!!'
Looked under the bed one more time...stood up, looked down....*boom* Cordie.
Where was she?
In the tall laundry basket by my dresser. I guess she wanted to have a nap on my shirt....
I was up at about 6 a.m. however, that was too early for me and I went back to bed. I didn't mean to stay asleep until 8:30. Oopsies.
I saw a cute, tiny man-cat poop in the litter box. And it looked like poop, not pudding. Hooray!
So I will be calling a person momentarily to see if I can come over tomorrow or Saturday and get a picture of her cat (and possibly kittens)
I admit I'm a little anxious because she told Paula if she couldn't find a place for her cat, she'd shoot it. (then after said she'd ''never do that'')...my head isn't the greatest yet. My ability to tolerate stupidity will not be high...so I dunno. Hoping for the best. Basically this person got a dog, the dog doesn't like the cat-she can't discipline or train the dog because "it looks so sad" when she does.
HSNEI meeting for Saturday has been postponed, so it'll be next week. (sigh) I was looking forward to it, buuut, extra time before work won't be bad. I shall not argue!