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Jan. 29th, 2008 06:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatotherpervok, so, I've been worrying like a new mom, haha. I'm ridiculous.
it's just that Irving hadn't come out of the closet (*SNERK*) at all in going on 72 hours, and neither one of them has taken anything to eat or drink, that I can tell. food and water levels are the same, even though I know Seeley comes out at night and while I'm in school (makeup in the toilet...thanks, dude. *closes lid*).
last night I had an honest-to-god *nightmare* that I pulled Irving out a few days from now and his ribs were starting to show (bc he's already on the slender side) and when I did the pinch-test, he was severely dehydrated. *headdesk*
so the thing that woke me up this morning before my alarm was a plaintive Irving!meow. I've never heard Seeley vocalize, but Irving is all tiny and reedy, so I knew it was him. and I knew he wasn't calling for me, he was calling for Seeley. because I'm still the Thing To Not Be Trusted. evil kidnapper woman :) he's probably calling Seeley back to the hidey-hole.
I look in the closet. nobody's home. hrm. I'm eminently pleased that they've both ventured out. mayyybe a little food is gone, water's still the same. I peek around the corner and Seeley's on the top stair, peering at me all stealthy like _OO_ so once again, the question becomes, wtf is irving? I use the toilet, I pop in my contacts, I go downstairs (stupidly proud that Seeley didn't run away as I passed him) and poke around, no Irving. pour my cereal, check the bedroom, check the closet again, no Irving. check the bathroom again....curled as small as he can get behind the toilet...Irving. when I look at him and talk to him, his gaze remains stubbornly on the wall, and it's so LALALA YOU CAN'T SEE ME that it made me laugh.
and I realize that once again, I probably scared the crap out of him when I flushed. these kids have to learn that that's a bad hiding place, haha. but he hadn't run back to his hole while I was downstairs so...progress? maybe?
wow, I have it bad for these cats, yall.
it's just that Irving hadn't come out of the closet (*SNERK*) at all in going on 72 hours, and neither one of them has taken anything to eat or drink, that I can tell. food and water levels are the same, even though I know Seeley comes out at night and while I'm in school (makeup in the toilet...thanks, dude. *closes lid*).
last night I had an honest-to-god *nightmare* that I pulled Irving out a few days from now and his ribs were starting to show (bc he's already on the slender side) and when I did the pinch-test, he was severely dehydrated. *headdesk*
so the thing that woke me up this morning before my alarm was a plaintive Irving!meow. I've never heard Seeley vocalize, but Irving is all tiny and reedy, so I knew it was him. and I knew he wasn't calling for me, he was calling for Seeley. because I'm still the Thing To Not Be Trusted. evil kidnapper woman :) he's probably calling Seeley back to the hidey-hole.
I look in the closet. nobody's home. hrm. I'm eminently pleased that they've both ventured out. mayyybe a little food is gone, water's still the same. I peek around the corner and Seeley's on the top stair, peering at me all stealthy like _OO_ so once again, the question becomes, wtf is irving? I use the toilet, I pop in my contacts, I go downstairs (stupidly proud that Seeley didn't run away as I passed him) and poke around, no Irving. pour my cereal, check the bedroom, check the closet again, no Irving. check the bathroom again....curled as small as he can get behind the toilet...Irving. when I look at him and talk to him, his gaze remains stubbornly on the wall, and it's so LALALA YOU CAN'T SEE ME that it made me laugh.
and I realize that once again, I probably scared the crap out of him when I flushed. these kids have to learn that that's a bad hiding place, haha. but he hadn't run back to his hole while I was downstairs so...progress? maybe?
wow, I have it bad for these cats, yall.
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Date: 2008-01-29 04:02 pm (UTC)you know, she didn't, but if they're still zomg terrified of me in a few days and their eating/drinking hasn't resumed, I'll ask her about it. I was gonna call her today if they still hadn't come out of hiding, but irving squeaked under the wire, haha. I kind of take it as progress enough for right this second, though I'd prefer they were at least drinking water normally.
they're litter trained. they were the most-socialized ones in the bunch, they're just a lil traumatized by having their worlds up-ended, poor things.