Our little ones are so young it’s almost unimaginable for something to happen to them. We now have the misfortune of knowing what it’s like when your kitten goes missing. It’s a disturbing whirlwind of emotions. One that makes me fear ever becoming a parent. If I felt that strongly when my little kitten goes missing there is no way of understanding a parent’s pain.
We were busy moving and the door was left open for Meow Meow and Bubbles to roam. We would constantly check on them and they were close to home every time we checked. It was nearing half past nine when Bubbles came inside and was unusually affectionate. We thought nothing of it then but since we have realized he does that to catch our attention when Meow Meow is not close to home.
We went outside and called for Meow Meow and checked under cars, expecting him to leisurely walk up to us but reality set in quickly that there was no sign of him. We walked and called and checked gardens and parking lots, up and down we went. We were asking everyone we could and the only lead we had was that a cat had been heard crying by the stairwell.
By the time we got there, there was no sign of our little Meow Meow. We came upon many other cats in our search which scared us a little as our cat was not used to other cats and all the questions of “what if?” starts tumbling around. What if he’s hurt, what if he got a fright and ran away and can’t get back, what if we can’t find him?
I refused to give up, even if I was tired from moving, who knows what my cat was going through? After a taxing nearly two hours, we spotted a black and white cat on a stairwell beneath the parking lot where we were. It was not Meow Meow I could see but Erik wanted to go after him anyway to make sure. There was not a single lead we didn’t follow. Running down the stairs, Erik on the other stairwell and me in tow on another, I thought we were chasing ghosts but something was leading Erik with a determination I admire and am thankful for as it led us to just outside our building.
The other cat was nowhere to be seen. It was dark and we could barely see, clutching one another’s hands, a lump sitting prominently in my throat we walked and we called, not hearing a peep in the vastness. Then a little shape caught my eye. A little black and white shape, crouching on the ground with saucer eyes. Our little Meow Meow.
I tugged on Erik’s arm and approached the little shape slowly for fear that he might lash out. I called to him softly and pathetically he meowed back. I scooped him up and there were no barriers to the tears anymore. The relief was immense and tangible between us.
He was unscathed luckily for us. If we learnt anything it is to keep a closer eye on him. He is truly a little devil.