Tuna: Its LoJack for Cats.

So the arrival into Seattle on Sunday night didn’t quite go as planned. That morning I had arranged a hotel to stay at, and written out directions. I arrived to the hotel with no problems, but through a mistake on my/Orbitz’s part, I wound up at the wrong hotel and ended up having to go do some more driving and getting lost.

During this time one of the cats became increasingly unhappy, deciding that it was his mission in life to see how many times he could meow in a row.

One thing that annoys my boys is when they start incessantly meowing. Its alright if I can do something to calm them, but sometimes they’re just of the opinion that they’re unhappy and despite my best efforts there is no way I can address the root cause of their meowing.

I at this point was tired, frustrated and attempted dealing with the meowing cat in a number of ways, putting him in the back seat, petting him, and holding him. When these palliative measures didn’t work I resorted to utilizing the scruff on his neck and reminding him that my hand happened to be able to reach completely around his neck.

None of these methods worked, and they only increased the cat’s discontent and we spiraled into an ever escalating tit for cat, which I expected to end in either the cat putting his paws in his ears and going “meow, meow, meow”, developing some new dexterity and discovering that he could give me the middle finger with both paws at the same time, or both. In response to this I’d either have to get an insanely perturbed look on my face, debate about strangling him, or run off to my supervisor in a pissed rage. (Which oddly enough, given that I was the one driving and thus legally responsible for the car, I would’ve been my own supervisor, which would’ve just lead to an insanely schizophrenic argument.)

So you can understand when I arrived to the hotel I was extremely pleased to be there. I checked in, then parked and began unloading my stuff onto the luggage cart. Not thinking too clearly I left the doors wide open while I unloaded the car and both cats ran off.

I recovered one of the cats, and put him in the car for safekeeping, then went searching for the other one. I must have examined every bush and shadow pattern in the area and determined that it was a cat only to be stymied when I got closer. I must have spent about forty minutes that night looking around for the cat until I gave up and went to bed.

I got up in the morning and did some checking for him, didn’t find him, and deciding that I was in Seattle, I should go to a Starbucks. (no, not The Starbucks.)

So that night not having yet found the cat, I got a can of tuna out and opened in on the trunk, half expecting to have to wait for a good twenty minutes for the escaped convict to arrive.

Not even before the can was completely open, one errant miscreant came trotting towards my car, I not wanting to scare him off just acknowledged him, but continued opening the can. He in some insanity went and jumped in the car, completely avoiding the tuna.

So, my little hellian spent his first night in the Seattle area, wandering the streets of Renton.

sigh, and I thought I was the insane one.