Our now-oldest cat is a Siamese male who has spent most of his life proving that this breed can be a total pain in the arse. He has one or two truly redeeming traits, of which we remind ourselves when wanders around yowling himself to sleep. He can do this for half an hour at a time, multiple times a day, so there are times when patience turns to throwing a slipper with the intent of knocking him over. Sometimes this distracts him.
But when he suddenly falls silent, leaving us in peace and quiet for a long while, we find ourselves scouring the house to find him. Of course, all we do is wake him up and are shortly choosing again between remembering why we have kept him and tossing another slipper (or stuffed animal or pillow....).But we are masochists when it comes to this cat - we will hunt until we have found him just so he can make us crazy again.
Tonight was a classic round of cat versus sanity, and the cat won again. Once we were both home, we realized that it had been half a day since he had been heard wailing miserably. So we went looking for him. We found him curled up in the dirtiest room of the basement, an unusual choice for him, from which he would not be extracted. He ran from two attempts to catch him. But he will emerge later covered in cobwebs and dirt from the old wood floor, and well rested. He'll probably yowl off and on for a good hour, and we'll half joke again about accidentally leaving a door to the outside open.
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