So last night I woke up at two in the morning, nothing unusual. I headed to the bathroom, nothing unusual there either. These days Quill joins me in the bathroom, so he can partake of the spare litter box, or the dish of kitten chow.
Even in my drowsy state, I realized something was off. What was it? Hm. Wait, no kitten. Odd. Surely he is going to be coming along shortly...
Hand washing and still a no show. I tried to think back to when I felt him next to me in the night... I had no recollection of him coming to bed. Panic started to set in. He always comes to bed with me. He had stayed up late playing with hubby, but still he should have been right behind me.
I started to check all his usual spots, and nothing. I rechecked them all again, this time calling his name in ever increasing decibels. Full-On Freak Out anyone? Yes please!
I woke hubby up and we looked again. I went into the garage and in a complete panic went outside. Suddenly a sleepy-eyed Quill strolled out of my office, confused by all the fuss. I scooped him up and snuggled him with a vengeance.
I spotted his kitten hidey-hole this morning. He is getting behind the books on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. He is really a cave kitten.