The Lost Kitty

I have a darling pet cat named Ziva. I love her very much and get very concerned when she does not report home at her usual times. She usually comes inside around 9pm, eats, and then goes to sleep either by our hamsters cage or with Dr. Who and I. Last night she did not come home. I was concerned, but thought that she might like a night out, since she was inside most of the day. When she does stay out she will usually meow between 5:30-6 am to be let in. This morning she did not meow. I called for her before I went to work, but she did not come. At this point I became very worried, and I thought about where she could be, and what could have happened all day at work. When I came home I expected her to be in the house, because Dr. Who came home for lunch today. When I exited my vehicle I thought I heard distraught meowing, I entered my home expecting to see my Ziva, I knew that she had to be in there. The untouched bowl of food told my mind otherwise, but my heart made me search the entire house. No kitty. I returned to my back door, and called for her but no sound came to my ears, no kitty came to my step. Sadly I returned inside, and did what I always do when I am upset. I took a bath. After my bath I decided to call again, this time I was very loud calling to my lost feline friend. I heard her voice, faint at first but growing louder and more disconcerting with each call. I followed my ears, which led me all over the place, due to my inability to properly discern direction from sound. Finally, at the corner of my yard, heard her. But it could not be, how did she get in there? Was she trapped inside the neighbors garage, or behind it? At 8:55 pm I went to the neighbors front step, preparing my speech in my mind. "I am sorry it is so late..." "I think my cat is stuck in your garage..." "Unless you have a cat, then it is stuck in your garage..." I didn't know what to say, it is awkward to meet a neighbor for the first time because your cat is trapped in their garage.

I knocked, no answer. I looked for the doorbell, but I could not find one. Disheartened I turned and left. I proceeded to call Dr. Who from inside my own abode. He asked me if I had rung the bell, defeated, I said no, but there were lights on in the house. Someone had to be home! Working up my courage, I strode over to the door and searched until I found the bell, which was painted the same color of the house, and it was very dark outside. Confidently, I rang that bell. I was going to save my cat, whose dissonant cries were becoming louder by the moment. After no answer, I turned to leave and noticed that the neighbors across the street, were watching me. I walked, self-consciously, home. Once inside I called my father, and asked him if I could be arrested for breaking into someone's garage to save my kitty. He laughed at my plight, and said as long as I didn't break anything, and didn't get caught I should be fine. His words of wisdom strengthened my resolve. I stealthily crept into the neighbors drive, wearing all black with white tennis shoes, keeping a steady eye on the peeping neighbors across the road. I came upon the garage door, and the motion sensor lights popped on. My heart rate quickened, my breath caught, my legs froze. That's when I saw my precious kitten, wide eyes peering through the window.

I approached the window and pressed my palm against the glass. Ziva pawed at the window, and then started rubbing her body against it, meowing forlornly. Tears welled in my eyes, I needed to save my cat. I tried to pry the screen from the window, but it would not budge. I walked around the garage and found a door, but it was locked. I walked away from the garage, I needed a plan and some knowledge from the internet. Ziva's wild eyes cried out to me to save her from this prison with out her kit & kaboodle. My heart ached, and a lump grew in my throat.

Back inside my home I Googled "how to pick a lock". While reading, Dr. Who called me and tried to calm me down. I decided that I would not do anything drastic until Dr. Who returned home from work, then I would break in with his know-how. I sat down to my computer, and started blogging about my adventure to calm my spirits.

Shortly after, I heard the door knob jiggle, the keys jangle, and Dr. Who entered the house, and then went back out. A few minutes later he came back in, and was holding Ziva in his arms. Elated, I hurriedly asked him how did you save her so swiftly? He put her down, and said, "The lady was getting into her car and came out of the garage, and Ziva came out. When she tried to close the door, Ziva tried to go back in, and the lady shooed her out, and I called her. Then she came trotting home. We have the stupidest cat ever."

I love you Ziva and I am glad you are home, and I love you Dr. Who for inadvertently saving our kitty!