D**N THAT CAT

AND ALL OF HIS ANCESTORS TOO!!

Adrian A...

I'm sorry, ya'll are the only ones that could understand the frustration I'm
feeling right now.

Barnabus is unwell. He's been sneezing and rubbing his face with his paw.
Now his eye is watering and I suspect a blocked tear duct which he's had
before.

I took off work early to take him to the vet. I got the carrier ready this
morning because I knew everyone would disappear if they saw me with the
carrier. I was able to pick him up, put him in the carrier and suddenly he
became as slippery as an eel. He slipped out and ran.

I closed the bedroom door so he's now limited to the hallway, family room,
dining room and kitchen. My plan was to corner him in the hallway. I had to
flush him from the area behind the couch where the cat trees are. So far so
good...he took off to the hallway. I turned to chase him, tripped on
something...what did I trip on?!? Fell and hit my head on the corner of the
entertainment center. Now I have blood gushing from my head. I get up,
hurry to the bathroom for a towel to put pressure on the cut and realize my
cell phone is in my purse which is in my truck because I wasn't planning to
be here long. I went out and got the cell phone, decided to call DH and
tell him to come home since I hadn't passed out yet and probably didn't need
to call 911. I came inside and as I was calling DH, saw a flash of black
run past me down the hallway and I haven't seen him since. I got the
bleeding under control decided I was all right to continue to the vet but I
can't find Barnabus anywhere! I have searched all over the place. It doesn't
help that he's a black cat. I'm terrified that he might have run into the
garage when I walked out but I swear I remember seeing him while I was
talking to DH, inside. Where do they hide? I can't take another afternoon
off from work so I can't get him to he vet until Saturday morning and I've
got a headache that hurts soo badly.

Barnabus is my baby! Please send purrs that he'll come out of hiding and
forgive me and love me again.

Yowie...

*Hugs*

Purrs fr your poor head, and of couse for Barnabus to be found, vetted and
cured.

Julie
going off to suck my thumb and cry for a little while.

Monique Y. Mudama...

Purrs for Barnabus to show himself. I'm sure he's loved you the whole
time, and he will forgive you quickly. And purrs for your sanity.

Annie Wxill...

Julie,
I hope you find Barnabus and that your head is better. I hope you didn't
need stitches.
It's amazing how slippery those cats can be and how invisible they can
become.
Annie

Sam...

Ouch! Poor Julie. Sorry to hear Little B is choosing to be such a
pest. So how are you doing now?

Adrian A...

Oh Julie! Lots of purrs coming your way, for Barnabus and your head. That
has got to be one of the worst b*st*rd cat tricks I've read here.

Kreisleriana...

Oh my goodness! Calm down and come home purrs for the little dickens.

Theresa

Make Levees, Not War

Takayuki...

He is your baby! I'm sorry to hear what happened. In the end, it
sounded like you needed TED a lot more than he did!