I’ve misplaced my Donut, and I’m Angry about it. Actually, truth be told, I’m worried sick. A couple of days ago, Donut pulled a runner on me. It all started Saturday evening when I got home from the airport (long story, but we flew this little cutie in from Saskatchewan so we could find her a home, after a friend rescued her from a bucket at a horse auction. She’ll be available for adoption soon on our website.)
(Photo by Kim)
I guess as I was unloading the car, Donut went walkabout. I found her under my house, and eventually coaxed her out by teasing her with a leash and then pouncing on her while she pounced on the leash. After a significant, painful (for me) struggle, I wrestled her back into the house.
This little taste of freedom ignited her wanderlust, for Sunday when I came home from Mother’s Day dinner, she bolted out the door as soon as I opened it and vanished into the night. The next morning she taunted me from the deck, but would vanish back under the house as soon as I stepped outside. She wouldn’t fall for the leash trick again either. A little later I saw her in the trees at the edge of the yard, and sent The WooTWoo after her, but she eluded their collective (and synchronized) efforts to chase her back home.
She’s not been sighted since. I’ve borrowed a live trap and had it set up under the house last night, but this morning it was unsprung and the stinky tuna untouched (until TWooie got his head stuck in it, that is).
I’ve reset the trap in the scrub around the yard but I don’t know what else to do! :( I am worried about my Nuts. She’s a very pretty kitty, but not a smart one – well, she was smart enough to fling herself out the door the second I opened it, but I doubt she’s smart enough to avoid being a late night snack for roaming coyotes. They are bold as brass out here, and I often see them walking across my lawn mid day.
If you could send my Nutters some “come home” vibes or whatever cosmic interwebz good feelings you subscribe to, we’d all appreciate it. Wootie couldn’t even pick up her trail this morning, and I have bad feelings about the whole thing.
And then yesterday, he achieved another milestone – he played with a toy. I was cleaning my van and I tossed him a stuffie from the box, expecting him to cringe as it floated through the air toward him, like he usually does. Instead, he GRABBED it and started running around … and then he ran away.
This is a Wootie trick, the grab and run, so I wasn’t too surprised that TWooe didn’t fetch it back to me.
But what was really funny about TWoo is that he didn’t just run a little ways away and play with the toy by himself. He ran really far away – through the horse paddock and into the horse pasture behind it, where he promptly buried the toy in a pile of hog fuel.
And then he avidly guarded the entire field from the other dogs, lest they find his buried treasure. I went and dug it out and tried throwing him the toy again, thinking it was a one-off. But nope – this time he grabbed the toy, jumped the ditch and quickly buried it on the property next door. He can dig a hole really fast!
Yeah well, I can’t believe I lost the cat Woo, so the world works in mysterious ways.
You know they say when something is lost, something else is found. I don’t know who “they” are but they’re right!
Yesterday, my friend Jen found a cow.
She was driving down the freeway and stopped at a red light. When the truck in front of her accelerated as the light changed, Norman the baby cow fell out of the back of his truck in front of her car. He never even noticed, or stopped – he just drove away.
I suppose he was on his way to be someone’s dinner, but now he’s in foster care until his “stray” period is up.
I never find anything as cool as a cow.
Although right now, I would settle for finding Donut :(
ETA – hey, your vibes are already working! Dexter just alerted me to her presence on the lawn. As soon as I went outside, she scooted back under the house (of course, little witch). I’ve reset the trap there – maybe I’ll get her soon! She’s got to be hungry about now …
ETA (again): Oh this is just SUPER. Fan-freakin-TASTIC.
I flipped out and started throwing dogs around and grabbing baby bunnies out of their mouths by the handful and stuffing them in my pockets. Now I have 7 of them in Tupperware.
This was NOT what I was hoping to do this afternoon! WTH do I do now? The internetz say to put them back, but the dogs will just dig them up again, won’t they?
(also very cute).
I have to go construct a dog-proof enclosure around the bunny nest now. *sigh*