kirsten was gone overnight for work and i was responsible for the kittens.

 

yesterday, i was outside talking on the phone and realized that harold had pushed the back door open. i was sitting on the step outside the door, but didn't know how long it had been open for and had been engrossed in conversation. a kitty could have snuck by.

 

i went inside and did a kitten check. sutra was sleeping on the couch, but veda was no where to be found. i searched everywhere she normally sleeps, every nook and cranny. no veda.

 

i started to panic. i went outside. i kept thinking: "if she got outside, how far could she have gone? how could she have snuck by me, i was sitting right in front of the door?! but they're little, maybe she snuck by...?" i poked around outside -- no veda. and i can't call for her, because she's deaf.

 

panic escalating. i search the house again, basement to attic. looking in all her favorite sleeping spots -- behind the books, behind the doors, in the shower, in the tub, in the plants, under the beds, under the sofas... stomping around, hoping the vibration will wake her.

 

finally, at the verge of tears, i walk into my office and happen to look *up* -- and there she is -- peacefully sleeping on top of a stack of cushions.

 

i have no earthly idea how she got up there by herself.