I can't believe I survived this day. I loaded up my cats this morning at 9:30 am and left the house while there was an open house that was just for real estate agents, then a subsequent showing of my house in the afternoon. My poor cats were in the car in carriers for 5 hours.
Our real estate agent's husband picked up our 14 year old dog Maggie and took her to their house nearby so she didn't have to ride around in the car all day with me. He must've spoiled her rotten - Maggie didn't seem particularly happy to see me at the end of the day! I guess that's good news.
When I pulled out of my driveway this morning with the cats, the first people were arriving to see the house. I was was sitting in a drive-thru coffee line when my heart sank - "Butters! I left Butters in the house!" How could I forget to include Butters - my 7 year old orange cat? I called David at work and we started counting cats..."You have Newman, Pella, Phoebe, Sherman...." Yes, Butters was not in the car. I called my agent and told her Butters was M.I.A. She said she hadn't seen him and was probably hiding under the bed and not to worry.
But I worried.
I scrambled home as soon as I was allowed and frantically searched the house.
Never fear! I found Butters. He was in THE ONLY room he's never allowed to go into - my youngest son's room. Because of the real estate showing, the door was open to his bedroom. The room looked like Butters had majorly partied in there. The comforter was messed up like he had tried to dig a hole. The lampshade was crooked, books had fallen over from the top of the bookcase and Butters was sound asleep on my son's favourite quilt that his grandmother had made.
He must've wondered what the hell had happened to the rest of his family - the apocalypse? Did he run through the house with scissors? Jump on the bed? Turn on all the lights and leave the room? Watch trash on t.v?
Sounds like a pretty awesome day to me.
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this is almost exactly like home alone lol
yep - visions of home alone. I would have freaked out too - but it sounds like he enjoyed himself. :)
I would have been worried sick Beth, Frank always says I think of the most negative things that could happen and get myself all worked up . I probably would have worried that someone would let Butters go outside, thinking they were doing him a favour !
This story brings back memories of when we were going through the same thing with our last house.
I had booked a weekend with my daughter at a special knitting seminar in Collingwood ( at my daughter's begging ) and it just so happened that was the weekend that the agents were all coming in to view the house. Luckily we only had a small dog at the time and Frank took him to the office for the day. I didn't find out 'til months later that Frank slept in his Lazyboy chair that night because he was worried he'd mess up the bed and wouldn't be able to put everything back the way I had arranged it . LOL..no wonder he had a kink in his back when we got home the next day. I don't envy you...this is very hard on the nerves !...good luck ..and hope the house sells quickly !
Welcome Home , by the way...missed you ! Gail
This post made me giggle. I saw visions of Butters doing a jig all around the room! I hope the open house went well.
lol, poor Butters, didn't this happen the last time too? I don't think it was Butters though. I don't think you've mentioned Butters before in your blog so I think he must have felt leftout and wanted the notoriety!
You crack me up...the apocolypse...lol!
Poor Butters! Once the strange people left, he probably did say, "I'm home alone... I'm home ALONE!!"
Fingers crossed the house sells quickly at your asking price!
ok so I'm dying to know, when you mentioned that you and David counted cats, did he take cats to work too??
Caroline: LOLOL! No...it was over the phone!
-B
Not the apocalypse. The RAPTURE, and he was the only one left behind. Though he would have been pretty miffed that Sherman got "taken" and he didn't!
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