Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Cleo has a BAD habit of hiding in our closet, I think she likes the heating rod that helps keep down the mold and mildew.
Neither DH nor I saw Cleo this morning when we were ready to head to work. I suggested he look in the closet again, which DH did - didn't see her.
I got home late (lots of errands) and didn't see Ms Kitty Cleo. Didn't hear anything. DH got home 30 minutes later, no Cleo. We wondered about where she might be; we looked outside; we talked about it; I thought why not, opened the closet, and there were half my shoes all over the floor - yup, Cleo had spent the entire day in the closet, and I guess pulled down the shoes trying to find a way out. (She came sauntering out, sleepy, but did manage a couple of good scolding meows about how awful her day was.)
DH and I felt so bad, we gave her a ton of treats, let her go out late, and gave her a big dinner. We feel like terrible parents when things like this happen!