The New Place, The Lost Cat

Saturday was spent shifting to my new place. I got up early and started packing because the boss said that he would come over at 10am and help me move some of my big stuff. Well, as I was throwing some things together Snarl's cat decided it was play time and attacked my face, leaving this HUGE scratch across my nose. I was so fucked off the cat got chucked outside while I cursed profusely. My mother would definitely have not been impressed at my language, but if felt good at the time.

Well I had my car basically packed by the time Colin showed up and we moved my desk and mattress. The bed breaks down into many pieces, so it is quite easy to move if you have a drill to take all the screws out. The bad thing about the bed is a result of it being hand made, and easy to move, it squeaks quite bad. I guess this is something the new roommates will have to get used.

I finished unpacking and had the room put together by late afternoon. I was pretty happy with myself and decided to go back and pick up the cat. Well, while I moved the cat decided to go on some sort of adventure and was no where to be found. My old place was on a pretty busy road and Snarl didn't want her kitten to be left outside because it was quite normal to see squished pets on the road. I had figured that she would be fine in the back yard for a couple hours while I hated her.

When I went to find the cat it was no where to be found. I ended up canvassing the neighborhood for about 3 hours in the dark thinking that I had killed Charlotte's cat. At 8pm I had to go and meet Char and let her know that I had lost her cat. The reaction I received was pretty much what I expected, sadness followed closely by confusion which led distinctly into wrath. I could see the logic in her face, how is my cat lost...It doesn't go outside at Ryan's house...Ryan must have put the cat outside...Ryan killed my cat.

When you are the boyfriend of a veterinarian, losing a pet is basically the same as losing their child. Once I assured her that my former roommate was going to keep an eye out for her in case she got back, and that we would go look again first thing in the morning and had searched quite vigilantly earlier, I was fairly sure my relationship was intact.

We got back to the new place and started making some food and the old roomie sent me an SMS saying that the cat was found by the next door neighbor. We went and picked up the damn thing, and another close call was avoided.