I am currently pet sitting for my friends (C&R) for two weeks. They have one dog – Sephora (Amy’s best buddy) and three cats – Oreo, Scooter and Snuffy. Pet sitting is not new to me. I have taken care of two dogs and a cat for one of my other friends before. I did not think twice about offering to pet sit for C&R, especially when I knew Amy loves to play with Sephora. I had left Amy with C&R when I went to Kansas a couple of weeks back, and was excited to return the favor.
C&R had warned me that the cats like to sneak out of the house and might be hard to get them back in, when two dogs are running around like crazy. I thought I was being cautious till the first morning, when I woke up to feed the cats and could find only two of them. I started doubting my cautiousness and tried playing all possible scenarios when Scooter might have taken off. So, I walked around the house calling for him, put the dogs inside the house and called some more. I had to go to work that morning and was getting anxious of being late.
I fed the other two cats first. I feed Oreo on the dining table and Snuffy in the bedroom. Oreo likes to finish his food fast and go after the other cat’s food. So, stood guard while they finished eating, and called for scooter some more. I tried shaking the food bin to let him know its feeding time. Nothing happened. I was beginning to panic at this point. Then I thought I will leave the door open for a while to see if he walks in. First, I had to lock the dogs in my room. Second, I wanted to lock the other two cats in the bedroom. The issue with that is, Oreo can open doors! He simply jumps on the handle and push it down, opening the door. I wonder how he learned that.
Anyway, I wanted to make sure that both the cats were in the bedroom before closing the door and leaving a chair as the not-possible-to-open-by-cat mechanism. On my rounds, I wanted to make sure that Snuffy was under the bed and dropped to my knees. To my surprise and relief, there was Scooter! I guess he simply was not sure what to do when a stranger was calling to feed him and hid under the bed. Then started the begging, cajoling, tempting with food, other antics to get him to come out from under the bed. To put it simply, nothing worked. I even tried climbing under the bed myself, and Scooter was definitely not happy about it. Finally, after about 20 minutes, I gave up and went to work, feeling bad that the cat is going to be hungry. At least I didn’t have to call up my friends and report a missing cat!