Is This Comparable to Motherhood?

Friday night, I was by myself as the hubby was out celebrating a friend's birthday. I didn't quite feel up for the 'downtown' crowd. I'd not only feel old... I'd feel... well.. fat. HA! And the weather wasn't too nice so I wanted to stay home and get some other things done.

We had a delivery come on Friday and lately it's a fiasco trying to get something into the house from the porch because the cats are RIGHT THERE waiting to get out.

(We have a very dried up and dead catnip plant out front and apparently it's still good because Razz took a bite of it before and it had the same affect as the fresh stuff!)

So..it's a battle whenever the door opens because he knows it's out there.

I quickly pulled in our boxes and fended off kitties.

Went upstairs to dwell in the bedroom cleaning a bit, talked on the phone for about 30 minutes, then decided to dive into the craft room and get some cards done.

All the while, every time I would step out of the room, there was Whiskey. Whining and crying constantly. I couldn't figure out what the problem was. He had food, water and already had his treats. I just ignored him and went back to crafting.

Came out of the room again to get something and noticed still - just Whiskey. I asked where his brother was (some day he might answer me) and then it hit me. I hadn't seen Razz since I walked in the door from work. So I went frantically throughout the house calling for Razz. Nothing. Whiskey was right by my side looking too. Then he motioned me to go downstairs.

I went downstairs and searched around too. Nothing. Not in any rooms, closets, bathrooms, nothing! I REALLY started to panic!!!!

I ran upstairs and put some normal pants on (was wearing my pj's) and took the gamble that perhaps Razz got out somehow!!

I was near tears and went outside (while Whiskey propped himself up in the door to look out the window with me) and called out for Razz.

I heard a little meow but wasn't sure if it was Whiskey or what.

So said his name again.

I heard him!!!!

Peeked around the corner and there he was on my neighbor's big ol' nest chair out front!

MY BABY RAZZ!!!!!!!!!!

I FELT TERRIBLE!!!!!!!!

He stood up and came right to me so I could hold him!

I felt so bad!!! The weather was NOT NICE either! Poor kitty!!!!

I brought him inside where Whiskey proceeded to smell him and hiss and poof up his tail (Razz probably smelled like the neighbor's dogs). So then I felt more terrible because now his brother hated him!!!!!! LOL!

BUT... after the 2 hour excursion outside and a couple hours indoors, they were buds again.

Man....

Talk about stress! I would have never forgiven myself if I didn't find him!