Lost Kitten

So, today my mother lost the kitten!  I had a frantic phone call telling me this and that I was to come home immediately because he wasn’t in the house and that furthermore  she was now searching the gardens.

My first reaction was, “My poor baby! Alone in the world, what troubles he will come up against?” Then I remembered the fact that he bit my toes this morning and my sympathy waned for a second.  I drove home a little bit too fast with thoughts running through my head of Kit coming up against the neighbour’s cat or, god forbid a bird swooping down and carrying him off to be some feast .  I got home and walked into the house instantly calling kit. My mother answered from the office saying “He’s not here” I walked up the stairs to find my mother frantic and printing up posters by the dozen ready to plaster the village in them no wall would of been safe.  I thought I had better check the rooms just you know to be sure. I came to the living room opened the door and did my customary call of “kit where the devil are you” and low and behold out from under the table comes a very pleased with himself kitten. My mother coming down stairs is all shocked declaring that he wasn’t there before!  I swear if Kit could have poked his tongue out to her he would have. 

After informing the hero Neighbour Jason and his trusty companion Bigz (the dog) that all was well (special thanks to you guys!) and that they could stop searching for him, I sat down with a very nonchalant kitty and chastised myself. I should of known that Kit would not have gone far, after all he’s evil! I bet he planned it all out, the perfect way to drive my mother insane, and to get me to fuss him because ‘he was found safely’. The perfect plan. Brilliantly executed.