The things you do for love =^_^=

Now that the ordeal is over with, I can write about it. I’m putting on my drama queen crown and telling the story of my mini-adventure tonight.

The evening was pretty good. I had spent an hour talking with my daughter over the phone and giving her advice that she required from me and ended the call feeling pretty damn good. I love that girl. Jonathon and I continued to play a game we had revisited and then I went to lay him down for bed. For the first time all night I noticed that our little Stan Lee wasn’t demanding attention or getting into trouble.

It was quiet, too quiet. He was GONE! HOW could be gone? Apparently he’s a sly little thing and I missed him sneaking by. No clue.

I ran outside and went up and down the parking lot and around the buildings calling for him. Nothing. My upstairs neighbor Steve came out with a flash light and assisted my search. It’s Stan LEE!!! He’s my baby!!!!

I felt so lost thinking he was gone forever. I’ve apparently grown REALLY attached to him in less than two months time, so much so my head was spinning with thoughts of him being hit by a car or catnapped, or ANYTHING! I wanted him BACK!

I called out his name and repeated, “Baby!!! KITTY!!! STAN LEE!!!!” Finally after I had felt I was just saying his name for the sake of saying his name, I heard him answer me behind a fence. It was a weak sounding meow, unlike the strong voice he uses on a regular basis to talk to me. He was there but he was stuck inbetween two fences that housed all sorts of junk and trees and who knows what.

I just started digging. I took my hands and placed them in the cold damp soil and dug a huge hole trying to get him out. He was hestitant, he was weary of the neighbor and nothing was working. At one point I had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, but wound up hurting him when I tried to pull him under the fence towards me

An hour I spent digging at the Earth in variou spots. As he moved, I moved. I tried food, toys, my voice, meowing… nothing was working. I felt the metal of the fence rip into my arm as I desperately tried to get to my baby and my clothes were getting increasingly covered in the wet dirt. I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, jama bottoms and socks… lol every moment counted! It was dark and cold, but I heard and saw him, there was NO WAY I was going to give up. He’s Jonathon’s boy. I will not return without his kitty in my arms.

Finally at one point I looked up, and down the way I saw a little figure trying to come towards me, but he was still unsure of the neighbor. He managed to free himself and was trying to come to his mama!

I finally nabbed him and sounds of the city night caused him to claw himself into me and then force his legs to try to break from my grasp. Again I felt the sting of his claws sink into my skin which caused me to hold him tighter. I WILL NOT LOSE HIM!

To be honest, seeing him that first time, I wasn’t sure if it was him. He was missing his collar and he looked so much more tiny out in the big world than in the safety of my home. But sure enough, once inside I saw the bundle in my arms was our little Stan Lee.

He shook for a little bit and spent a couple of minutes adjusting, acting distant and traumatized, but not even thirty minutes later and a VERY happy Jonathon in the other room who grabbed me by the neck and said, “THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU! YOU SAVED MY BOY!!” Stan is curled up on my lap purring. I never want to know what it’s like not to have that AGAIN.

It’s funny, when I was married, I had three cats, a dog, a bunny and a gerbil and I swore- NO MORE ANIMALS! I had been content without for the past 6 years and now I can’t imagine not having this cat with me… and it’s only been two months! He’s super smart, super awesome, and a super pain, but he’s my super pain.

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