I had a plan to write about foster pup Sal's progress and how Barley's handling our houseguest when I woke up this morning. This week's been exhausting, so I didn't set an alarm when I went to bed this morning. When I woke up this morning, I was shocked to see 8:25 on my phone. It's not unusual for Barley to let me sleep in, but it's unheard of for Soth to not wake me up at least once begging for food and knocking things off the dresser.
|This guy does not sleep in.|
I changed out of my pig pajamas, so my neighbors didn't see me in my pig pants that late into the morning when I took Sal out in the front yard. Usually, Soth comes into the bathroom with me in the morning, but he was no where to be seen. I brushed my hair in case Sal decided we should stroll down the street a little ways. I checked the library room to see if Soth was snoozing on the loveseat or in the closet and then Barley and I headed downstairs. I called Soth and heard a jingle, so I figured he was probably stretching and would be joining us at the back door in a minute.
I opened the gate into the kitchen to take Barley out the backdoor and Barley rounded the corner and went straight to the cat food. I noticed that none of the cat food hadn't been touched all night. Soth doesn't always finish his food at night, but there wasn't a single bite taken out of his wet food and the only dry food that was missing were the kibbles Barley got before I caught her. I panicked.
I called Soth again. I heard another jingle. Closer this time. But I still couldn't see him.
And then I knew. My heart sunk.
|My little basement troll.|
I stepped out of the kitchen, opened the basement door, and who did I see? My handsome little guy was sitting on the other side. He opened his mouth wide and yelled at me and then trotted into the kitchen to search for his food.
|He is an expert hider.|
The rest of the morning he has been acting like he's been without human contact for 10 years. He's been following me around. Bumping my hand with his head until I pet him. Wrapping his paws around my hand to make sure I don't stop petting him.
I guess doing a headcount is going to become part of our bedtime routine from now on. Sorry Soth!