Oh, I am SO relieved! My mom is, also. I'm sure she spread the news on Facebook. I hope EVERYONE hears about. Mason heard about it and was thrilled!
I was at home, alone, minding my own business on the computer. The front door was open. I wanted to let in my cats that were outside. I didn't want them to get dehydrated. When all of a sudden, I see this cat's head poke through the entrance. I glanced at this animal with the corner of my eye, thinking it was Bugger. But, to my disbelief, it wasn't Bugger nor any other cat that I've seen frequently. It was Diana. I could tell by the specific Tabby Cat pattern on the top of her head.
She entered the room slowly. She was uncertain of her whereabouts. She didn't know if she would become ambushed or attacked - she constantly looked behind her at the front door, like an escape plan going through her head. I coaxed her inside, softly speaking her name. I didn't move a muscle. I wanted her to think that she was completely out of danger. The boy cats were out of sight and Trey, the neighbor cat, wasn't being a bother. It was the perfect moment. And it was even more perfect when Diana finally went up to the food dish and munched away. I got up, gradually moved towards the front door, and shut it! I was ECSTATIC! I took a picture of her and sent it to my mom, dad and Mason. I gave her some milk as a Welcome Home gift.
Ironically, last night, I had a dream that me and the folks found Diana. What a coincidence.
She was skittish for a good 25 minutes. She was searching for those nasty boy cats. She had a hunch they would pop out any time. Then, she snuck behind our theater chairs and stayed put for an hour or two. When I realized that dad would be coming home soon, I shook the milk carton to ease her towards the milk bowl. I gave her another few sips and let her settle for a couple minutes. When she went under the table, that's where I picked her up and placed her in my room. Currently, she's still there. It's her recovery center.
I put the cat litter box in my room, food and water, and opened my window so she could have fresh air. I had a bit of a mishap while sorting out where I would have the cat litter box. I didn't know the damn thing leaked... I had piss on MY carpet and on the carpet outside my room. So, I grabbed towels, Windex, paper towels, Lysol, and the vacuum cleaner. I scrubbed like never before. I vacuumed with precision. I Lysoled the Hell out of those areas. My Mysophobia enhanced to the extreme. Especially when I found out that the cat litter box was leaking. I stepped in those disgusting spots with my bare feet! And for the tub that the cat litter box was placed in? Even MORE disturbing! Pee was soiling on the bottom and used cat litter lied in the inner edges. I cleaned that up, too. Yuck.
But I did it. All for Diana. And I don't regret it.
For the rest of the day, I celebrated with The Twilight Zone, IMVU and chillin'.
Just a moment ago, Scott sent me a link to this guy on YouTube who was talking about why things are creepy. Actually, I've always wondered that. Here's the exact video I watched.
P.S: The book he holds up (Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark) was a book I was obsessed with during my years in elementary school and middle school. I never forgot how uncanny the stories/illustrations were. I ALWAYS wanted to have those books to myself! Thanks to the link, I was able to figure out who writes them and what one of his titles are.
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