I’m not a superstitious person but I do get caught up in some daily routines. For example, I’m typically walking out the door at precisely 6:55 each weekday morning. On my way to the door leading to the garage I pass by our living room couch where our male cat Macbeth likes to lounge. As I walk by I usually give him a quick pet before I leave.
When I left Thursday morning at the usual time I did not see Mac in his customary spot atop the couch. I took a quick jaunt around the living room but he wasn’t around. I even went to our foyer and looked to see if he might be on the staircase. Not there either. Oh well, I didn’t think much about it as I left.
After dinner Thursday evening my wife and I left for a friend’s house in Blaine. As we were on the road, the gal mentioned she hadn’t seen Mac when she put out his evening meal. In fact, she thought it was strange that he also hadn’t come downstairs for his breakfast that morning. It was then it dawned on me. I recalled that the gal’s walk-in closet door had been shut as I left the master bathroom in the morning. I remember thinking it was strange since she normally doesn’t close her closet door (there’s that routine thing again). Since it was about 7:00 pm, I figured if Mac were trapped in Jen’s closet he would have been in there a solid 12 hours! I then called my mother-in law (who lives with us) and left her a voice mail asking her to go open the door to Jen’s closet, thinking that Mac would be in there.
When we got home around 9:30 Thursday night, we saw Mac lounging atop the couch with this wide-eyed look. He usually gets that way when he’s on alert. Sure enough, we were informed by my mother-in law that Mac was indeed in Jen’s closet and was like an orange blur when he was finally let out. The gal then went upstairs to survey the damage in her closet. Given he had been cut off from his litter box all day, Mac did his “business” on Jen’s closet floor. And when cats do their “business” they will typically bury it under the sand in their litter box. Since no sand was available, Mac used what was most convenient: my wife’s clothes.
Yes, we ended up having a late evening of scrubbing the carpet and washing clothes.