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This is one of my favorite pictures of Oreo. She looks like she's doing an ad for Excedrin or something. I think that's pretty much how we both felt over her whole ordeal being "lost."

She finally came out from behind the bed, around 11 last night and ate some cat treats. I put down a can of food just for her and she scarfed almost the whole thing down. She's come out very cautiously a few times and I've gotten to pet her a bit, but I think it may be a while before she totally gets over the trauma. The other cats kept sniffing her like "where have YOU been?"

I'm still so happy to have my little floofball home!!!!
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OREO IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The little rat had crawled down through the dryer vent (which is now securely closed off and cat-proof) and gotten up underneath the house. When we noticed that it was loose, ("we" being my mom, dad and I), that was a thought, but it just didn't seem plausible to me. But today, dad and I got into the crawlspace with a flashlight to explore. I thought I heard a very faint "mew", but was afraid to hope. Then I saw her little white fluff and realized she was indeed down there and very much alive.

She smells horrible and is quite dirty and freaked out, but otherwise, she's just fine. She is currently holed up behind my bed and probably won't come out for a day or so. I tried offering her some food, but she was much more interested in hiding for the time being, which is fine. I'm just so happy to have her home.

When I realized she was there, I started hyperventilating and could not get a breath, but I finally got it together, grabbed the cat carrier and went after her. She led us on quite the wild goose chase going from one end of the house to the other. She'd made a little nest out of insulation and had presumably been sleeping there for the last two nights. There was also a little puddle of water, so at least she had something to drink.

I cannot reasonably express the relief that I feel, although I won't soon forget it, because I have the battle scars to prove my efforts. She scratched me almost from head to toe when I was trying to hang onto her and get her into the carrier. I've got a gash on my cheek that goes all the way to my neck, my wrists, hands and fingers are totally shredded and another huge slash on my thigh where she actually ripped my jeans with her claws. Talk about one little angry girl, but hey, at least she's still got her spunk and sass!

Oreo snuggles up with me in bed every morning. She comes to my bedroom at about 4am and gets under the covers against my tummy or back and we sleep like that until about 6 or 7 am, when she wakes me up to eat breakfast. That has been our routine for years, and I have never had another kitty who snugs under the covers like that. She's always liked to be under things (like, oh...HOUSES, perhaps.) I was thinking today how she is my special little snugging kitty and how warm she keeps me on cold mornings. I am at a loss for words to express how very happy I am to have my precious little girl back with me!

Thank you all for your happy, positive thoughts, prayers, good vibes and hope. Evidently she's got a guardian angel kitty
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I was hoping that my first post in a while might be a bit happier news, but unfortunately I have to report that I am completely distraught and panic-stricken.

Tuesday night, Oreo did not come out when I put down a can of food for the cats. I didn't think *that* much about it, because sometimes she holes up somewhere and sleeps really soundly. She has "disappeared" before, but always came out within a few hours. I remember one time a couple of years ago when I stayed up until about 5am looking for her, only to have her come slinking through the hallway an hour later. But when she didn't come out for breakfast the following morning (yesterday), I knew something was wrong. I looked everywhere for cabinets, drawers, closets, boxes, everywhere I could think to look. She was nowhere to be found. I've gone through the garage, and again, nothing. I walked and drove up and down the street, hoping against hope not to find her in the road, but again, nothing. (I did find a black and white cat that had been hit by a car near my house, but I'm 99% sure that it is short-haired and a boy.)

I don't understand this. I am SO super-diligent about keeping the cats safe. If they go to the garage (which I sometimes do let them do), I always do a nose count before I leave. I'm completely paranoid about anyone coming in and out my door and even have a sign on my door about making sure to watch for cats. I fear that she may be sick, hurt or even dead and has crawled in a little crevice somewhere that I cannot find her, because I can't fathom how she'd get outside. Anyone who has ever been to my house knows how crazy I am about watching the cats to keep them safe.

My dad's coming over today to help me look again, and I've been checking the local animal shelter just in case she did somehow get out and they've picked her up. I submitted a lost cat report with a picture of her, but I don't hold out much hope for that. She is so shy and timid, catching her would be next to impossible.

I was actually beginning to feel a little better, but this has just been so devastating and I have a really bad feeling that the outcome will not be good. Even if she is dead...which I hope against hope is not the case...I just want to KNOW. Wondering where or how she is, if she's out wandering lost, hungry and cold is absolutely killing me. Of all the cats, she is my baby, the one who is so totally dependent upon me. Thinking that she could be out on her own is just unbearable.
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By popular request (OK, like 3 or 4 people have asked), here are some updated kitty pictures. New Kitty On the Block isn't so new anymore. I've now had him for over four months, and he's approximately seven months old. When I brought him home from the shelter, he was a paltry three pounds. He now tips the scale at almost nine pounds and is still growing like a weed. He's very lean and muscular and has the most gigantic feet and ears I've ever seen. If he grows into them, he's going to be the size of a tiger.

I was trying to get a good picture of him and General together, for comparison. General has actually lost a bit of weight, down from 17 pounds, to about 15. I've had them on a higher protein diet, and that seems to be helping the pudge. Still, he's a big boy, and Trouble is rapidly gaining on him.


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