Hannibal was last seen on Saturday. Search of house and attached garage on Monday yielded no sightings.
Today I bundled up -- outdoor temp 17℉ -- and checked the detached garage and pole barn. Smokey and Matthew were working on cars there this weekend, and kittehs have been known to go exploring and forget to come out before the buildings are closed up again. No joy. Nor kitteh.
I continued up the driveway to fetch the mail. As I walked past the detached garage on my return I heard a mournful meow from within. Hannibal the Fluffball of Doom Dumb had decided to respond to my calls... several minutes later.
Here he, safe and warm and within sniffing distance of his food dishes. And avoiding the camera. "I am so ashamed. How could I be so dumb as to get shut in the garage. Again." "Stupid humans. How can they be so thoughtless as to shut me in the garage. Again."
I would feel sorry for Hannibal. If I wasn't human.
Posted by: Amy | 08 December 2009 at 06:01 PM
the fourth: doors are meant to be open always stoopid hooman.
Posted by: sophanne | 08 December 2009 at 06:51 PM
Aww..poor Hannibal. I can see the shame. And disdain. That is a combination only a cat can pull off!
Posted by: Sheepish Annie | 08 December 2009 at 06:51 PM
Whew! I am SO glad he's ok.
Posted by: Chris | 08 December 2009 at 07:52 PM
One winter a while back, our big cat Goblin was missing for a week. He finally came home, smelling of fresh dirt and with one ear tip frostbitten. We figured he'd gotten shut in someone's garage or shed. (We had neither at the time.)
Glad your little wanderer made it back safe and sound.
Posted by: gayle | 09 December 2009 at 07:07 AM
At least he didn't do what my sister-in-law's cat did when I was catsitting: run off three days before they came back from a long holiday. We did find him... in the pub... stuck between the ceiling of the groundfloor and first floor, smelling of fags and cheap beer (Stella, no doubt, it was Brussels after all).
Posted by: tinebeest | 09 December 2009 at 10:50 AM
The felines never learn....Benny's been locked in the storage closet at least once a month for every month we've had him, no less than 60. Glad you found him!
Posted by: cursingmama | 09 December 2009 at 12:54 PM
I'm glad he's OK, I was a little worried when the post started.
Posted by: Cindy | 09 December 2009 at 12:57 PM
Oh, little kitteh. So glad you're warm now!
Posted by: Kym | 09 December 2009 at 04:04 PM
Poor silly kitteh.
Posted by: Cookie | 09 December 2009 at 05:33 PM
You know what they say....kittehs don't have owners, they have staff.
Posted by: Diane | 09 December 2009 at 08:00 PM
Poor cat. On the other hand, it is entirely his own fault.
I always know where my dogs are. They are always touching me. (2700 square feet in this house, and all 200 pounds of them needs to be in the same two square feet--wherever I am.)
Posted by: Yarnhog (Suzanne) | 10 December 2009 at 11:31 AM