Oh Monsters, Why Did I Create You?

DEAR. LORD. Thank goodness we go to pick up Wicket later today because Momo? Has been driving me absolutely nuts. Sad crying all night. Constantly trying to sit on my shoulder like a parrot. And this morning, we started a new thing where he yells and screams at every closed door he finds until I come over and open it for him, allowing him to look in briefly and appease himself that Wicket isn't hiding in my bedroom (which the cats are closed off from becuase I don't want their disgusting litter mitter feet all over my bedding).

Other places that Wicket isn't hiding but Momo has checked:

• The refrigerator
• Under the bathroom sink
• The closet
• The other closet
• That kitchen cupboard next to the oven
• A large box of Q-Tips

Momo is too aflutter to even bother enjoying getting into places he's not allowed to normally go. The door opens, he races in and checks every corner, then he's back out again and looking for Wicket somewhere else. Why do I bother to open doors for my deranged cat, you ask? Because those three seconds of reprieve I get from him doing that cat-howl are worth it.

Comments

[Em]

awww! Poor Momo!! He misses his buddy! How did it work out picking him up and reuniting the two? :)