Collared

Jasper is my cat, and he’s pretty mad at me right now. Forget that I saved his life last summer when he ate Zoe’s purple hairband and had to have emergency intestinal surgery so that he could LIVE. That’s not cheap folks, no sales at the vet for intestinal surgery. And forget that I didn’t scream when I went to put on my Gap spaghetti string tank top and found that he ATE one of my spaghetti string straps! This is also the same cat that breaks into my purse regularly.

So on Sunday night he was MISSING from the house. He was sitting next to me in the morning, then we left about 10:30 a.m. for the entire day, and came home around 4:30 p.m., around 6 p.m. I was like, where is Jasper? He’s always up in my face, because he loooooooooves me, and he hasn’t even come to say hello. Or I’m hungry. Or give me some catnip.

 So we did a hard target search inside the house (can you tell my husband was in the military?), then outside the house. He was no where. I was freaking out because he’s my cat, and I love him, and HE’S MISSING!!!!

So my husband opens his dresser armoir to get something and out pops Jasper.

And I’m happy that he’s found, but I can’t believe that he was locked in the dresser for the whole day. Stupid cat.

It’s Monday night now, and I’ve put Zoe to bed, then played around on the computer for oh, about an hour, before coming out to the livingroom/dining room/kitchen area, where I find that the screen door to the backyard is open about 4″ … the scene had “Jasper Was Here” all over it.

 I put my slippers on and grabbed the flashlight because it was dark out, went outside and scanned the yard. You see that post, the third one from the right corner in the far right back yard, by the pine trees? That’s where he was. Just sitting there, looking at me.

Yesterday he was given a collar with a tag attached to it with his name and phone number on it. He’s so unhappy with me. See for yourself.

Can you believe that he’s unfastened and removed his collar three times in the past 24 hours??? He has. I have no idea how he’s doing it. It’s one of those super locking cat collars that looks like a ying yang sign that you have to pinch together to release.

I’m starting to suspect one of the dogs.