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Oct. 4th, 2009 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
allfireburnsSimba got out of the room at some point this morning and the front door of the hotel is just OPEN and we can't find him and there are so many fucking places he could be, and oh god I can't stop crying and I feel like I can't breathe. This is not happening.
EDIT: We're staying another night here. There are so many fucking places he could be right now that going around looking for him is literally impossible, and I keep bursting into tears every few minutes. I'm trying not to have a meltdown, and praying he comes back when he gets hungry.
Hanging out in the hotel room now, cuddling Michaelcat. Beka's in the lobby, keeping an eye on the doors in case Simba wanders back. If anyone has happy things lying around, send them to me to help forestall impending meltdown? Music or fics or vids or whatever. Except pictures of kittens, because that will get you punched in the face right now.
EDIT II: I AM GOING TO KILL HIM WITH MY HANDS. WITH. MY. HANDS.
Except not, because that would entirely defeat the point of all the effort I went to finding him. ARGH.
Acting on a hunch, I started poking under the bed. Which... there SHOULD have been no way for him to get under there - the gap between the bed and the mattress couldn't have been more than a couple INCHES wide, and yet somehow he squeezed in there. ARGH. So, false alarm. But we're still staying here tonight. Because it's a little late, and we'll be driving for a while, and already paid for the night, and need to recover from SPAZ. Dear god. I swear I will kill that cat. HOW MANY TIMES?
EDIT: We're staying another night here. There are so many fucking places he could be right now that going around looking for him is literally impossible, and I keep bursting into tears every few minutes. I'm trying not to have a meltdown, and praying he comes back when he gets hungry.
Hanging out in the hotel room now, cuddling Michaelcat. Beka's in the lobby, keeping an eye on the doors in case Simba wanders back. If anyone has happy things lying around, send them to me to help forestall impending meltdown? Music or fics or vids or whatever. Except pictures of kittens, because that will get you punched in the face right now.
EDIT II: I AM GOING TO KILL HIM WITH MY HANDS. WITH. MY. HANDS.
Except not, because that would entirely defeat the point of all the effort I went to finding him. ARGH.
Acting on a hunch, I started poking under the bed. Which... there SHOULD have been no way for him to get under there - the gap between the bed and the mattress couldn't have been more than a couple INCHES wide, and yet somehow he squeezed in there. ARGH. So, false alarm. But we're still staying here tonight. Because it's a little late, and we'll be driving for a while, and already paid for the night, and need to recover from SPAZ. Dear god. I swear I will kill that cat. HOW MANY TIMES?
