Floored!

I have one heck of a story to share...you won't believe this!

About a week and a half ago, while Nelson was home, we took advantage of our employees to finish putting the floor in our attic. They had been in and out of the house, leaving the door open, like men do, and I was worried the cat would get out.

Later that night, I noticed I hadn't seen the cat for a few hours. He typically hides when there are strangers around, so I didn't look to hard.

About and hour after I had gone to bed, which was late, I still hadn't seen him, and the noise had been quiet for quite some time, he should have come out of hiding by now. So, I get up and start looking in all the usual hiding places.

No cat.

I check the porch to see if he is waiting to come back in. He has gotten out before, but he's so dang spoiled he usually is quick to come home.

No cat.

I am concerned at this point, I am quite attached as many will tell, I get attached to pets easily. I get this awful feeling he is in the attic, IN THE FLOOR! I go upstairs, turn on the light, call for him, listen, it's dead silent.

No cat!

I go back to bed, get the same feeling, and repeat the attic check several more times before morning.

No cat!!

By morning I am really starting to get upset. I start telling myself, if he got out, he must not be coming back for some reasons I won't detail, or he may just randomly show up a few days from now, our Dog Ginger did the same thing once. I check the doorstep every hour, and the attic twice more, because I still have this feeling. But I never hear anything.

Around 1:00pm I call Nelson and teasingly ask him what he did with my cat...they don't exactly see eye to eye. He asks if I check the attic..."Yes, several times!"

Hang up, get this feeling yet again, so I go back up in the attic, go over to the newly laid floor, and knock. I hear the faintest "Meow". Oh My Gosh! The cat is in the floor. My heart is racing because I can't believe this is really happening. Silly Critter! I race back down and call Nelson to see how to get him out (i.e. ask permission to cut up the floor he just put down), get the saw, cut a 6 foot by 6 inch hole across the floor, missing only the last floor joyce because I can't get the saw to cut that close to the wall.

NO CAT!!!

Now I think I must have wanted to find my cat so badly that I have gone crazy hearing things. Go downstairs.

Feel like I should check again. Knock on the floor. Nothing. Try one more time to cut the last floor joyce.

Go downstairs. Feeling again. Now I am feeling awful and embarrassed that I cut the floor for no reason. But, I figure I need to get that last joyce open just to make sure he's not dead in there I don't want to smell him a week from now. Can't get the hole bigger, so I go get a mirror thinking I can see down to the other end. Doesn't work.

Do you see where this is going?

I 'm driving myself crazy with this silly feeling I have, and I still can't find the cat. I don't hear any more "meows".

Finally, I have to leave to go get Ronnie.

When I get home, resigned to the fact that my cat is gone...Casadee is in the attack. I ask her what she is doing, she's trying to get the cat out. I tell her he's not up there, but she tells me she has seen him in the hole, now she is just trying to persuade him out.

While I was gone, it got quiet enough he tried to get out but the hole wasn't big enough, and when she went upstairs to change Ryland's diaper, she heard him scratching.

End of story, we got the cat out, he was only traumatized for a few hours...he spent almost 24 hours in the floor!

Can you believe it?

The best part...I wasn't crazy, and I learned the spirit can tell you just about anything if you listen hard enough!