Brutus comes down into the basement with me while I ship orders. He is the only cat allowed down there because although he explores he pretty much stays close to me, follows me around, and comes when called.

Which is why last week when I called for him and he didn’t appear it was a bit worrying.  Now logically I knew he was probably just hiding but our basement is pretty open and I can see a lot. I started to get a little frantic.  I would call and call and not hear any movement or crys or anything!

After getting more worried and realizing I would have to call in The Other (who would tease me about my kitty-craziness) I heard a faint cry.

Brutus?

(softly) meow.

Brutus?!

(softer) meow.

Brutus!!

(barely audible) meow.

At this point he sounds like he is in the wall and although I know logically its impossible, part of me is trying to figure out how a cat got into a solid concrete wall! I’m looking all over trying to see where he is, and just as I was heading upstairs to call down The Other I see Brutus’ eyes.

I look up just as he looks at me, I have pinpointed his location! (you can barely see him here but he is the dark mass on the top box, if I didn’t see his eyes I wouldn’t have found him)

I move the box out to get him down and he heads back into the racks.  Now I can’t reach him.

I eventually climb up the racks, grab ahold, and pull him out.  He’s purring as if this as been the most wonderful and fun day of his life.