Judy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!!!

Judy and Annie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!!!

The plans: Get up early, feed the kids, have a swim in the pool, since it was raining last night when I wanted to go in, do my blog, have a shower and wash my hair, drive to Guad, shop in Costco for Xmas gifts and groceries, stop by Home Depot to get more solar stick-in lights for around the pool, then take the car in at 2 for its first check-up, as scheduled. They’d called and I’d made the appointment a week ago and I’d cleared the day so everything should have gone fine.

What really happened: Got up early  to feed the kids, but it was raining, so—no pool. One-third of the doggie domain closest to the open door was flooded due to the rain. Mopped up the floor and set a big towel in doorway to capture further flooding. Fed the dogs. Fed the 3 youngster cats who appeared at the kitchen door. Put their food out in the kitchen rather than outside due to the rain. Called for Ollie. Not like him to miss a meal. Still no Ollie.

Took Annie’s meal into her bathroom hideout, away from the irritating youngsters. Shut the door. Went back to call for Ollie, who finally appeared and put out more food for him. The other three cats immediately swarmed around the food. Rain had stopped, so I put them out, grabbing them one at a time and ushering them out the back door. Ollie ate his food and then jumped up on his favorite chair. Rain started up again so I let the other three in again. Blew my hair dry, dressed for warmer weather in sandals, cut off jeans and a light sweater with vest. At about 10:30, I cornered all four cats again, one by one, gauging their weight as I hefted them up. Ollie and Roo, my two roly polies, seemed lighter, perhaps due to the new feeding regime. Good.

Locked up, went to the car and realized it had gotten colder again. Checked the glove box for my car maintenance book. Checked the trunk, under all the seats, in all the drawers of the garage. No book. Came back in the house. Realized it had started to rain again, so I grabbed an umbrella and set it on the kitchen table so I wouldn’t forget it. Carefully put the car keys next to it so I wouldn’t misplace them. Went in and changed clothes—heavier sweater, long pants, socks and warmer shoes. Looked for car maintenance book. Everywhere!!! Every drawer, every file, every stack of books. Nowhere to be found. Decided to go without it. Collected umbrella and keys. Glasses. Where were my glasses?  I had them on when I left the first time. Looked in both bathrooms, closet, bedside tables, anywhere they could possibly be. Finally got a box of old glasses out of the closet and found a pair of ugly far-vision glasses that would do.

Glanced at the clock. Now 11:30!  If it took an hour to get to Guad, would I have time to shop at Costco and Home Depot and still get to the car dealership at 2? Suddenly, with a sense of foreboding, it occurred to me that it was Saturday. Didn’t most businesses close at 2 on Saturday? Reclaimed my computer from where I’d hidden it and looked on my calendar to find my appointment was at noon! No way I could get there in time. Looked up Honda dealers in Guad., called Dalton Motors. Five minutes as they located someone who spoke English. Indeed, they closed at 2. Rescheduled my car check appointment.

Went out to close garage door and reclaim my purse, book and cell phone. Decided to reorganize the glove box while I was there. Found three measuring tapes, six ball point pens, two tire pressure gauges, two bottles of NoDoz along with the usual assortment of things, including THE CAR MAINTENANCE BOOK!! Picked up my purse to stuff the duplicates into it to bring them back to the house and found MY GLASSES under the purse!!!

Came back to house to find, sitting in Ollie’s favorite chair, was Kukla!!! How could there possibly be a cat in the house other than Annie? I knew I’d put four of them out. Then, with a sense of foreboding, I started looking for Annie. I mean, I looked EVERYWHERE!  Then I moved to the yard. I called. I pleaded. I cajoled. This is a cat who was on death’s door six months ago and hadn’t stirred out of the house once since then. A cat who hated the young cats and who, due to arthritis, could barely walk, let alone jump up on walls or escape enemies outside. But, she was nowhere to be found. In my hurry, I’d scooped her up instead of the fourth kitten/cat and put her outside!!!!

An hour later, I went out to search again. Then searched the house again. No Annie.

An hour later, I went out to look again, calling, looking everywhere. Then my eyes fell on this scene. What a wild tangle, but where could she find a nice warm spot away from the rain?

 

I crawled up in the planter a bit, looking in corners, behind plants,

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Closer

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Pitch black in there.  I went into the house for a flashlight.

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Would she come out? No. Has she come out yet? No. The jug is too big to lift and the minute I came close, she turned her back to me and I couldn’t get my hands around her to pull her out. The ground is uneven and my balance bad. Called Pasiano. Called Juan Pablo. No one home.

It’s 6:47. I’ve been out trying to lure Annie out of the jar with dinner.

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Maybe if I put food out near her, she’ll come out of her cave?

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Hmm. Not biting yet.

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Still playing it cool.

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Aha. I detect interest?

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But, Mexican cat standoff!

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I put the food a bit further away and leave her alone, then return in fifteen minutes. No luck. This from the cat who wakes me up at 4:30 in the morning to be fed and hounds me for bites four or five more times a day?

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7:30 p.m. Still holding out. Meanwhile, the other cats are clamoring to be let out to eat her food. Such is honor among cats.

 
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7:45 I go out to find she’s eaten most of the food I put out. If you look closely, you can see the leaf cutter ants honing in on the rest. I look in the big pot, and she’s gone but nowhere to be seen! I consider stuffing something in it so she can’t reenter as I go around the side of the house to look for her, but I don’t. When I return:

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She’s baaaa-ack!

7:50  Juan Pablo calls. I consider not having him come out into the dark and cold. He lives about 2 miles away and is just home from work. But he insists. Perhaps Annie will sleep in familiar territory tonight. Fingers crossed.

Oh Man! Juan Pablo and Yolanda arrive around 8. They lift the big jar up and Annie’s on the run!!! After 15 minutes of bushwhacking through the jungle, the fugitive is finally apprehended!! Now resting well in her own bed, but howling to be fed. Things entirely back to normal, it seems. This was a stinker of a day!!!!!

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And here are its heroes!!!!

If you want to see the happy ending, the morning after, go HERE.

18 thoughts on “Judy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!!!

    1. Cintra

      Three measuring tapes, lol. I just bought three from the dollar store, although I also found an extra in my sewing box after you absconded with the first one 😊

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  1. slmret

    That sounds like a terrible day — but I laughed my way through the story! All’s well that ends well! You should really stuff a towel or something into the big pot — it seems she’s found a hideout!

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  2. MNL

    Awww, sorry about your hard day — also for annie, looked like she was sulking after being put out in the cold and wet. Warmth, food and all is forgiven — lovely ending. Hope tomorrow is better.

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  3. Pingback: Day after the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good Very Bad Day | lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

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