When Pan feels like he is being ignored, or just not being given the proper amount or degree of attention, he meows. Sometimes he leaves the room and meows: I'm not sure if it's for effect or the acoustics, but he can yowl.
I just learned, however, that if he is shut in a closet (accidentally, need I say) around 11 PM, he doesn't utter a peep until 5:15 AM. By which time, he has peed in the closet, naturally enough. So it's 5:42 on the morning of a day off, and I am up and feeling bad for a cat who has gotten me out of bed this early, ruined something I own, and made a mess for me to clean up. This is warped, you know?
The crazy part is that when I closed the closet door last night, I meant to do a nose check, but I must have fallen asleep before I realized I hadn't seen Pan. (Just reopening the closet isn't enough: it's a big closet, with things they can hide under.) Sigh. This is no way to start a Saturday. I already have errands to run, including taking Harold to the vet for his annual check-up (surprise!), so it wasn't going to be the most fun morning, but this doesn't help. Maybe breakfast will. Yawn.
When they were kittens and Pan got shut in a room, Harold came and got me. Perhaps he doesn't feel that's part of his job description anymore?
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Oh no! Best of luck . . . hopefully you've got a good system for that kind of job.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry you Saturday started like that!