Missing: Toffie
Toffie snuck out. Don't know when. Don't know how.
Nobody even realised, until my brother and I got home, all of us was about to have dinner, and we realised, why the hell he did not come to the dinner table?
Mom asked me if I know where he was. How the hell I know? I just got back and I am not the one who stayed at home the whole day.
Looked everywhere in the house including closed rooms (just in case he some how snuck in), called out to him, and he didn't even came out.
So, only two conclusions. Either somehow he snuck out the front, or someone let him out at the back and forgot to took him back in.
He's handicapped, you see. He's not able to walk properly. When he walks, he's like he's dancing and off balance. That's why we don't let him out un-supervised. 4 times out of 10 he would fell into the drain, chasing other cats, trying to pick fights.
We went out to the front, and the back to look for him. Calling him out will be kinda futile as he seldom responds to calls, unless he's hungry. We did it anyway.
we look in drans, under drains, people's houses' compounds... nada. We figured most probably he either have went into someone's house or someone's compound hiding somewhere from us.
We have searched for almost an hour. Torch lights were lit, talked a few neighbours... one of them said she saw him "playing" in front of another neighbour's house. We went there to ask of course. They said they've never seen him.
We can hear a bit of thunder rumbling in the distance. Shit.
In a desperate attempt, Dad suggested and took out Mickey to try to track him down. But the dummy got distracted by Mimie who followed us out, dashing left and right in front of him. We thought he picked up a scent, but then he stopped and peed.
One of the neighbour's dog came out. He's actually friendly. But Mickey's jealous and possesive and starts to growl. We brought him back to avoid him getting into a fight.
It's already over an hour's plus. Still no sign of the sack of potatos. We still didn't give up. I still kept looking. While I was searching in on of the storm drains, I heard my brother yelled out, "Over here!!".
I turned and saw him bending down at one of the bushes. No, he did not yell out to me to ask me to see him taking a crap, he found Toffie. The bugger was hiding in there.
What brother said was he was calling out to him at around that area, and he heard the bushes rustling. He called out agan and it rustled and there's movements so he went in to look.
Struggled a bit when he were carrying him back home. We thought he would be in shock, like this one time it happened. But apparently, he's fine. When we put him down, he straight went to the dinner table. Knowing that we are having our dinner.
Anyway, yeah, we found him on the same night. But he sure got us worried sick.
Nobody even realised, until my brother and I got home, all of us was about to have dinner, and we realised, why the hell he did not come to the dinner table?
Mom asked me if I know where he was. How the hell I know? I just got back and I am not the one who stayed at home the whole day.
Looked everywhere in the house including closed rooms (just in case he some how snuck in), called out to him, and he didn't even came out.
So, only two conclusions. Either somehow he snuck out the front, or someone let him out at the back and forgot to took him back in.
He's handicapped, you see. He's not able to walk properly. When he walks, he's like he's dancing and off balance. That's why we don't let him out un-supervised. 4 times out of 10 he would fell into the drain, chasing other cats, trying to pick fights.
We went out to the front, and the back to look for him. Calling him out will be kinda futile as he seldom responds to calls, unless he's hungry. We did it anyway.
we look in drans, under drains, people's houses' compounds... nada. We figured most probably he either have went into someone's house or someone's compound hiding somewhere from us.
We have searched for almost an hour. Torch lights were lit, talked a few neighbours... one of them said she saw him "playing" in front of another neighbour's house. We went there to ask of course. They said they've never seen him.
We can hear a bit of thunder rumbling in the distance. Shit.
In a desperate attempt, Dad suggested and took out Mickey to try to track him down. But the dummy got distracted by Mimie who followed us out, dashing left and right in front of him. We thought he picked up a scent, but then he stopped and peed.
One of the neighbour's dog came out. He's actually friendly. But Mickey's jealous and possesive and starts to growl. We brought him back to avoid him getting into a fight.
It's already over an hour's plus. Still no sign of the sack of potatos. We still didn't give up. I still kept looking. While I was searching in on of the storm drains, I heard my brother yelled out, "Over here!!".
I turned and saw him bending down at one of the bushes. No, he did not yell out to me to ask me to see him taking a crap, he found Toffie. The bugger was hiding in there.
What brother said was he was calling out to him at around that area, and he heard the bushes rustling. He called out agan and it rustled and there's movements so he went in to look.
Struggled a bit when he were carrying him back home. We thought he would be in shock, like this one time it happened. But apparently, he's fine. When we put him down, he straight went to the dinner table. Knowing that we are having our dinner.
Anyway, yeah, we found him on the same night. But he sure got us worried sick.
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