Last night, before the storm, Little One and I were sitting on the back porch enjoying being outside. Occasionally I will allow Nikolai, my Siberian cat, to come outside with us as he is very compliant about staying just on the concrete. He knows he's an inside cat. Anyway, it was while sitting out there that I was struck by the need for the strawberry shake from QT. I came in to tell Mr. Favorite that I needed to go for a ride, and I think that is the point - in my distracted state - that I shut the door and left the cat outside... Oh! It makes me sick just thinking of it. We had AWFUL rain and wind last night. I even commented to Mr. Fave while we were watching TV on how terrible it seemed... and to think Nikki was out in it! It was only this morning that I started wondering where he was. He is a very self-sufficient cat and doesn't seem to really need me much, so it wasn't weird that I hadn't noticed him around. The really sad thing is that at one point after I had gone to bed, I thought I heard him meowing, but I dismissed it as weird rain sounds. Ugh... I feel terrible... But all is well. He's at this very moment curled up on my desk between me and the keyboard with his little chin resting in the crook of my right arm and his little kitty paw holding my wrist down. I've found two pics... the first to show that he doesn't always have wicked-reflective eyes. I found him there one morning...
The second was from a day when I looked up and found him on our mantle - and when I asked him what he thought he was doing up there, he got up very quickly and said, "No, no... I was just getting down. Because wasn't it you who said just yesterday that you didn't want me up here?" (That was for you, Kim).
