Today I thought that Brahms was missing. From 11am on, I proceded to lose my mind as I scoured the apartment, then the neighborhood.
You see, I found a knocked over vase next to an open window (three flights up) and thought that she has made a really big mistake. Not to mention the mistake that I made in leaving the window open and leaving the room.
I brought out the tuna, the catnip, sent the other one to look for her. Nothing.
Then I decided I had to eat something because I was getting hysterical and went to the store two blocks away. On the way home I looked in every hedge and called her name. Nothing.
Then I came into my apartment and there she was, with tuna on her breath.
I think I just used up a REALLY HUGE favor from the universe.
I love this cat like no tomorrow. She has been with me for 13 year and is my soul-mate, or as another puts it, my familiar.
Thank you, Universe above.