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Dec. 1st, 2006 02:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soulstarSo much for bed and sleep. I went to put the rubbish out and get the cat in - and yes, I was kind of late, but he hadn't gone out until later than usual either, so. But there was no cat waiting at the door, and no cat appearing from round the corner. Not even the wrong cat, which has happened before. No cat, zero, zilch, nil, nada. Damnit. So there was the usual routine of spending a while whistling and calling, and then I went for reinforcements - a box of cat biscuits and a torch.
I found him. Sort of. *sigh* He's gone and got himself stuck in Ian's garden (the basement flat of this house) again, and the daft beast can't get out. He can jump down from the walls, but he can't get back up again. By this time, it was past 1am, and kind of late to go knocking on Ian's door to ask if I can trapise through his house - and bedroom, since that's where the back door is! - to fetch the monster back. So I spent some considerable time trying to persuade him to go down to the far end of the garden and jump up to the wall there, where it's lower. And he so very nearly got the idea, too! He went halfway down and tried jumping, but fell back, then after thinking about it for a little while, he did go to the end of the garden.... then for whatever xander-y reason, came running back, miaowing at me all the way before he even tried jumping up. Oh, I should explain that he got down there (I'm pretty sure) by walking round the scaffolding that runs round the ground floor level of the house, getting onto the wall between Ian's garden and Doug's next door, and then making his way down into the garden. To track him down, I'd had to walk round to the back of the house on the damn scaffolding, in the dark, too.
So, after spending some time trying to distance cat-herd (can't think why that didn't work out), I suggested to him that he try shouting a bit louder to see if he could get Ian's attention. He did actually try to jump up onto the windowsill - and his apparant grasp on the English language is actually getting a little surprising now. But no, no luck. So I came back up here, fetched Xander's carry box and a plug extension cord that was happily gettable-at in the Room Of Crap (where all my boxes and bags of packed stuff are)... then went back round the back of the house on the scaffolding, tied the extension cord to the mogbox handle, and lowered it down. So, now he at least has somewhere sort-of familiar that he can sleep overnight, I hope. And now I'm going to go crash for a few hours, I hope, drag myself back out of bed at first light, and that beast had better still be there, and be OK. Because he's had a couple of fits lately, and him missing his meds even for the one dose isn't going to help.
Just hope Ian will be up early (he usually is) and in the mood to answer his door (he often isn't). Cos I can't find his phone number.
Damnit.
ETA 7:30am - just looked out the kitchen window before going down to see if I could get hold of Ian... and there was the beastly beast standing on the front path. So I pelted downstairs... and of course by the time I got there, some bloke had come out to get in his car and the mog had vanished again. But this time, he did come when I called him, and he's now indoors, very soggy, hungry, but hopefully none the worse for his night out. Horrid daft monster. *squishes him* So, he can get himself out of Ian's garden after all! BEAST! (I've also hoisted the cat box back up from Ian's garden. Although it was almost tempting to leave it there, just to puzzle the builders *g*. Except, I don't really want a decent extension lead getting rained on too much, so.)
I found him. Sort of. *sigh* He's gone and got himself stuck in Ian's garden (the basement flat of this house) again, and the daft beast can't get out. He can jump down from the walls, but he can't get back up again. By this time, it was past 1am, and kind of late to go knocking on Ian's door to ask if I can trapise through his house - and bedroom, since that's where the back door is! - to fetch the monster back. So I spent some considerable time trying to persuade him to go down to the far end of the garden and jump up to the wall there, where it's lower. And he so very nearly got the idea, too! He went halfway down and tried jumping, but fell back, then after thinking about it for a little while, he did go to the end of the garden.... then for whatever xander-y reason, came running back, miaowing at me all the way before he even tried jumping up. Oh, I should explain that he got down there (I'm pretty sure) by walking round the scaffolding that runs round the ground floor level of the house, getting onto the wall between Ian's garden and Doug's next door, and then making his way down into the garden. To track him down, I'd had to walk round to the back of the house on the damn scaffolding, in the dark, too.
So, after spending some time trying to distance cat-herd (can't think why that didn't work out), I suggested to him that he try shouting a bit louder to see if he could get Ian's attention. He did actually try to jump up onto the windowsill - and his apparant grasp on the English language is actually getting a little surprising now. But no, no luck. So I came back up here, fetched Xander's carry box and a plug extension cord that was happily gettable-at in the Room Of Crap (where all my boxes and bags of packed stuff are)... then went back round the back of the house on the scaffolding, tied the extension cord to the mogbox handle, and lowered it down. So, now he at least has somewhere sort-of familiar that he can sleep overnight, I hope. And now I'm going to go crash for a few hours, I hope, drag myself back out of bed at first light, and that beast had better still be there, and be OK. Because he's had a couple of fits lately, and him missing his meds even for the one dose isn't going to help.
Just hope Ian will be up early (he usually is) and in the mood to answer his door (he often isn't). Cos I can't find his phone number.
Damnit.
ETA 7:30am - just looked out the kitchen window before going down to see if I could get hold of Ian... and there was the beastly beast standing on the front path. So I pelted downstairs... and of course by the time I got there, some bloke had come out to get in his car and the mog had vanished again. But this time, he did come when I called him, and he's now indoors, very soggy, hungry, but hopefully none the worse for his night out. Horrid daft monster. *squishes him* So, he can get himself out of Ian's garden after all! BEAST! (I've also hoisted the cat box back up from Ian's garden. Although it was almost tempting to leave it there, just to puzzle the builders *g*. Except, I don't really want a decent extension lead getting rained on too much, so.)
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Date: 2006-12-01 07:36 pm (UTC)And hey, while I remember - are you busy next Sunday or Monday evening? Because I might be in your neck of the woods. Actually, if you are free, I reckon I'll come up anyway, regardless of whether my plans to visit my friends near Hull work out. What d'you think?
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Date: 2006-12-02 01:04 am (UTC)Be great to meet you. :o)
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