Here KittyKittyKitty.

So, its been a month since we adopted Mama’s kitty…Dani.

Dani hasn’t been exactly excited to be in her new home. In fact all the times I visited Mama’s house I think I’ve only touched her once and saw her lurk around the corner another time. She is a shy kitty who loved Mama and well, basically only Mama. Which of course means it would be a difficult transition to a new home. Especially a new home, with new people and a new cat sibling Tubby and a new dog sibling Henri.

When Dani first came home, we kept her in the office area, by herself. This lasted one night before she bolted out of the room…into the sight of the doggie, who she really doesn’t like. Dani ran into the basement and has lived down there since.

The first two weekends we would search and found Dani in her hiding places and tried to lure her out for a little attention, which she really didn’t like much. Another time we brough Henri downstairs to sniff her out because we were worried  we couldn’t find her…he found her and she RAN through the kitty door and upstairs, somewhere.

But for the last two weeks we haven’t been able to find her. We find her cat toys in different places in the basement and lots of hairball piles of goo but no kitty cat. Sad. Worried.

Last night I did a little spy work. With Tubby outdoors for the evening, I left a new can of wet food out for Dani and put up a cookie tray in front of the cat door. When we woke up this morning we found the cat food was gone (hurrah!) AND the cookie tray was flat on the floor, which means she sneaks upstairs in the night while we are sleeping, which is what He Who Makes Me Smile thought.

Dani cat, where are you hiding? While it’s good to know she is alive and wellish it would be nice to SEE her once in a while too. All in good time I guess…

It will get easier I’m sure. Especially since this morning we have been working on organizing and cleaning the basement getting ready to build shelves and move boxes from Mama’s house to store. All her hiding places will be moved around. Right? Plus there’s the fact that soon Simba Cat and Sasha Kitten will be added to the house when we move up to the country. Oy. I’m sure they will run into each other in their respective hiding places. MEOW!

ON TOP OF ALL THIS CAT TALK…

When we went to pick up dinner last night we met a skinny black/white kitty cat, maybe 2 or 3 years old…outside the restaurant who was a stray in need of a home. Super cute kitty. Super friendly, show us his belly kitty. He Who Makes Me Smile stopped to pet him and ask questions and found out that Meatball is in need of a home…

Dot. Dot. Dot.

He Who Makes Me Smile said “we can’t bring home another cat when we have one we don’t even know is still alive in the basement.” But later in the night he said “we need to go pick up that kitty.”

I grew up on a farm. With a barn. And anywhere from 10-20 barn cats at a time. I’m sure adopting one little guy to come stay with us wouldn’t be a bad thing, right? Sasha Kitten will need an outdoor friend.

I’ll let you know what happens…