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He's laying on my bed, obsessively grooming. :D
I got home at 9 tonight, and my housemate still hadn't seen hide nor hair of him (since yesterday morning), so I went out to walk the neighborhood. The first stop for Missing Monkeys is always Neighbor George, because they love to hang out in his yard. Neighbor George has apprehended Monkey before (all his other disappearances were when I'd been gone for several days - he decides I've abandoned him and heads off on his own, poor thing). Neighbor George hadn't seen him either -- but he had heard the absolute faintest of mews near his bedroom, and they weren't from his cat. He suggested checking the yard.
That seemed a little silly -- our yards adjoin, if Monks was in the yard he would come home -- but he got a flashlight and I followed him.
And at the very limit of my hearing, I heard a mew.
I called Monkey.
The mew got the tiniest bit louder.
It seemed to be coming from a junkpile next to the house. We investigated; no cat came shooting out. But there was another mew, and, oops, that was definitely from the foundation.
And then George realized that he'd had the plumber out yesterday, and the plumber had gone under the house -- and sealed it up better when he left, to keep out raccoons.
We unsealed it, and I got down in the crawlspace opening with bonito and flashlight and croon, and Monkey and I cried at each other for a bit, and finally he came close enough that I could actually see him, then haul him out -- and then he jumped over my shoulder and ran off home. We walked back around the block (Neighbor George wanted to be sure he was okay) and found him lounging outside my back door, waiting for his dinner.
The sigh of relief was pretty giant.
I got home at 9 tonight, and my housemate still hadn't seen hide nor hair of him (since yesterday morning), so I went out to walk the neighborhood. The first stop for Missing Monkeys is always Neighbor George, because they love to hang out in his yard. Neighbor George has apprehended Monkey before (all his other disappearances were when I'd been gone for several days - he decides I've abandoned him and heads off on his own, poor thing). Neighbor George hadn't seen him either -- but he had heard the absolute faintest of mews near his bedroom, and they weren't from his cat. He suggested checking the yard.
That seemed a little silly -- our yards adjoin, if Monks was in the yard he would come home -- but he got a flashlight and I followed him.
And at the very limit of my hearing, I heard a mew.
I called Monkey.
The mew got the tiniest bit louder.
It seemed to be coming from a junkpile next to the house. We investigated; no cat came shooting out. But there was another mew, and, oops, that was definitely from the foundation.
And then George realized that he'd had the plumber out yesterday, and the plumber had gone under the house -- and sealed it up better when he left, to keep out raccoons.
We unsealed it, and I got down in the crawlspace opening with bonito and flashlight and croon, and Monkey and I cried at each other for a bit, and finally he came close enough that I could actually see him, then haul him out -- and then he jumped over my shoulder and ran off home. We walked back around the block (Neighbor George wanted to be sure he was okay) and found him lounging outside my back door, waiting for his dinner.
The sigh of relief was pretty giant.
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Date: 2013-08-18 08:22 pm (UTC)From:Good to hear Monkey was located, and agree with the housemates stern warning!
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Date: 2013-08-19 04:36 pm (UTC)From:My cat occasionally gets herself trapped in the garage. I'll go out to look for her and hear tragic mewing. I always start conversing with her. "What's that? Trapped in the garage, you say? All right, hang on, I'll go around to the door! No, give me a minute!"
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