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kybearfuzzSo, the good news is that he is eating, drinking, and pooping (in the litter box thankfully).
However, he's still the invisible cat for the most part, still hiding residing in the storage crawlspace via the laundry room. When I came home today, I really didn't see any evidence that he'd been out. Any lint on the carpet could have been tracked around by me earlier this morning when I was leaving for work. I checked on him via the flashlight, getting that typical stare right back at me, unmoved and uninterested (like a cat).
I really should have worked out, but I was wiped out from work and a dental appointment, so I felt the need to nap. So about 90 minutes later, I am awake again and go downstairs. I find the usual gift bag of toothbrush and toothpaste from the dentist office on the floor in the dining room, which is not where I left it.
Upon further investigation, I found the plastic bag of catnip on the floor in the dining room. It had been on the dining room table, now it was chewed open and its contents strewn about. So, he's been out and climbing around on the dining room table, so at least he's getting out some. However, now he is occupying the storage space and he's high as a kite.
I broke out the vacuum cleaner to get up the scattered catnip and checked on him via flashlight again. He seems fine.
The name game is still on-going. It's not easy to attach a name to him when I can't even get to know him.
However, he's still the invisible cat for the most part, still I really should have worked out, but I was wiped out from work and a dental appointment, so I felt the need to nap. So about 90 minutes later, I am awake again and go downstairs. I find the usual gift bag of toothbrush and toothpaste from the dentist office on the floor in the dining room, which is not where I left it.
Upon further investigation, I found the plastic bag of catnip on the floor in the dining room. It had been on the dining room table, now it was chewed open and its contents strewn about. So, he's been out and climbing around on the dining room table, so at least he's getting out some. However, now he is occupying the storage space and he's high as a kite.
I broke out the vacuum cleaner to get up the scattered catnip and checked on him via flashlight again. He seems fine.
The name game is still on-going. It's not easy to attach a name to him when I can't even get to know him.
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Date: 2016-04-07 12:14 am (UTC)And I'm not sure why we call them flashlights, but an online search turned up this Yahoo answer, though I'm not sure how accurate it is:
"They used to have a 'flash' button on them so people back during wars/harsh times could send coded messages in Morse code language. That is not necessary today but we kept the name ----same as you did for your English "torch" while there is no exposed flame these days."