Thunder Butt

My cat, my baby, is missing.

I last saw him around 7pm, when I was cleaning up the dinner mess. Since it's not uncommon to him to sleep in a closet or somewhere else for hours at a time, I wasn't all that concered about not seeing him around. The kitten formerly known as Pepper cried a little, but I had assumed that it was about the rat, Scruffles. They are obsessed with Scruffles.

But he didn't come crying when I wasn't in bed by midnight. And when I did finally go to bed, he didn't jump up and lay at my feet like usual.

Frantic, I tossed the apartment, searching everywhere. Nothing. I went into the hall and shook the dry food. Nothing. Not even a meow. After getting ready for work, I hopped in the elevator and came face to face with him! Or, rather, with a flyer of him. Someone found him. Good.

I called Rob as soon as I got to work, since I can't dial out from my cell now. He said the flyers had been there this morning when he left for work at 2:30am.

I called the number on the flyer, which i ripped off the wall and took with me. I had to leave a message. And then I waited. And waited. The woman who recieved my message called back and appologized, saying that when she came home from work this morning, the cat escaped. And now he is on the loose.

But because this really is a small world, my boss' oldest son lives in my building and happens to be on vacation (at home) so she called and asked him to look. Giving him the description of my baby and referencing the flyers, she sent him in search of Thunder-Butt, loving known as Spaz. Or, to me, Baby.