I let Pez out in the backyard earlier tonight, probably around 7-ish. I went out to check on him several times, but he was missing at around 9. I went out to look for him, Drew went out to look for him, and then we did a huge sweep of the neighborhood at 1. It's now nearly 4am. My cat has not come back home yet. I'm losing my mind and I'm absolutely sick with worry. I'm supposed to drive my grandma to Alabama tomorrow but I won't be able to sleep until I know where my child is. He would have come home for food already, he hasn't eaten in 7 hours! I know he's too dumb to find his way back home, I just know it. I am going to go crazy if I don't find my cat... all I can think of is him out there scared instead of sleeping on his back on my bath mat.
I've let him in the backyard dozens of times. I spent forever building up dirt in areas where he could have gotten under, never thinking once that he could possibly jump a fence. He's 16 pounds, for goodness' sakes, surely he can't haul himself over the
HE'S BACK HE'S BACK I JUST LET HIM IN THE FRONT DOOR I'M GOING TO KILL HIM.
Oh, now there's a deep sigh of relief. Little jerk. Okay, now I'm so relieved that I'm crying. I'm going to bed now. Not before I give him a million treats. Ohh, thank you Lord. Thank you Lord.
Okay. Treats. Sleep. Punish little booger in the morning... with more treats. Barbed wire around top of fence. Must sleep. Thank you Lord. Thank you Lord.
23 hours ago