Right under our noses . . .

After an exhaustive, tear-filled two-day search Sebastian has been found . . . in the upstairs hall closet! At 1:00 a.m. Saturday morning John heard a "mew" in the upstairs hall, opened the door and there he was! He was reluctant to get out and didn't eat and drink like a cat that had been without food and water for two days should have. I took him to the emergency vet and they gave him some fluids under his skin and ran some blood tests. Everything was fine except that he was border-line dehydrated as expected. Our vet thinks his Prozac left him lethargic for two days and that's why he didn't announce that he was stuck in the closet. We searched this house several times but I guess our mistake was looking for a cat that wanted to be found, not an unconscious one! We go back to see her next weeks so we can change his meds. She wanted to give him this week to get the Prozac out of his system.

I felt like a fool! I had the entire neighborhood looking for him! Every tree was plastered with his face! At least I know I have great neighbors. Everyone let me look in their yards, emailed me words of home, and kept an eye out for him. I will really miss our neighbors when we sell the house. My vet says she will tell me the story of a cat that was stuck behind a dresser for four days the next time I see her. I guess we aren't the only fools out there!