poor Keesha

I did a bad thing yesterday.  Oh no!  It wasn't my fault!  But I feel soooo bad about it.  Yes, I locked Keesha in the closet.  There, I said it.  It was an accident!!!  I'm such a bad mommy.  I got home from work after she had been in there for almost 12 hours to nothing at the door.  She usually attacks me the second I get the door open and gives me hell for leaving her all day.  But, nothing.  Then, I heard it.  I tiny, distant "meow".  WTF???  I checked the closet where the washer and dryer stay, nothing.  Meow.  Oh no, upstairs.  Then I knew....  I ran upstairs and opened the closet door and there she was, looking pitiful.  Poor baby.  This kitty anticipates my every move.  She starts to get anxious when I go upstairs to take a shower in the morning.  She runs in the closet to protest when I pull out a pair of scrubs for work.  She sits on the window sill and watches me take a shower.  When I go downstairs to grab my stuff and go, she practically blocks the door and makes all those cat noises that are peculiar to her, I think.  I push her away from the door and get out fast.  I don't like leaving her, either.  I should have noticed she did not block the door yesterday.  Ah well.  We made up and it's all good.  Except for the hole she scratched in the carpet right under the door.  Thinking about her trying to dig her way out of the closet makes me sad.  Poor kitty.

The good news is I am ready to leave Saturday morning.  Well, I'm not packed, but my to do list is pretty complete.  Packing is easy; I just take everything.  lol  Keesha will be well cared for, and likely spoiled.  So, work today, run around like a crazy person tomorrow, and then, w00t!  Cy'all soon!