Timmy Fell Down the Well!

No word on Gracie this morning. Updates to follow.

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Taylor is quite possibly the most neurotic cat I've ever met. She clings to me for dear life sometimes when there's nothing amiss. She's just freaked out and wants to hang onto me. Sometimes she goes postal on the other cats because she just feels like it.

Sometimes I pick her up, look at her and say, "Mom? Are you in there?" because this is the kind of stuff my mother used to pull. It's uncanny.

This morning when I got out of bed, Taylor was all over me. Meowing, making figure eights around my ankles, not responding much to my petting her. She kept meowing and dancing in front of me.

I went into the kitchen and started doling out the saucers of canned food. I looked on the table where Butch usually resides and he wasn't there. Well, sometimes he gets freaked out and takes the high ground on the fridge. Nope. Not there. And sometimes, he'll go into the spare room where there are a couple of litter boxes and get stuck there while Blue lays siege to the hallway. But Butch wasn't in the spare room.

I have never known Butch to miss a meal. I called his name and he didn't come running, as he usually does. Meanwhile, Taylor was constantly meowing at my feet. "Taylor, shut up" got no results. I checked the basement. When Butch heads for the basement, he sits in the middle of it, not quite knowing what to do with himself. And again, Blue, his mortal enemy, is waiting at the top of the stairs. Butch was not in the basement.

I checked everywhere. I couldn't find the cat. And Taylor was nearly in hysterics at this point, so much so that I wouldn't pick her up. If she gets that wound up, she doesn't know what to do with herself and lashes out at anyone/thing.

Finally, I headed back to the kitchen. I called, "Butchy!" and Taylor screeched out at the same time.

There was one instant of silence and in that silence, I heard, "Me-urr?"

I went over to the small china hutch in one corner of the kitchen. Butch had fallen behind it and had no way to get out. I pulled the hutch forward, Butch leaped out and headed right for his food on the table.

Taylor then disappeared. No doubt she was thinking, stupid humans. How many times did I have to tell her that Butch fell behind the china cabinet?