where's miranda?

[luciab]

I have no idea where that cat is. Just as I was walking out the door to go to class, she came flying out from where she'd been hiding with the grocery bag still around her, made a couple of mad dashes through the place, and vanished again. When I got home from class, the other two cats were walking around as if on eggshells, so she's probably made at least one more swing through while I was gone. I thought she was hiding under the dresser and finally managed to get in a position to see underneath it-- no Miranda. I have put kitty treats in a small bowl and walked through the entire place, talking quietly to her, making the clicking noise that usually brings her running, making scraping noises on the bowl-- everything I could think of to get at least a peep out of her. Nothing. This could be an exciting night, with her making periodic rampages. Sooner or later the bag will get ripped apart enough to come off, but till then.... much excitement, I'm sure. Poor traumatized Miranda.

Oh, and I got my third final paper turned in. I have one more session of Preservation to attend, but nothing due there; a final paper and final exam in Archives and I'm done for the semester. Yay, me.

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[anonamys.livejournal.com]

Poor kitty. I mean, it's funny for *us*, who know she's in no real danger. But, poor thing!

[luciab.livejournal.com]

I'm getting more concerned.... I've been home for five and a half hours now and haven't heard the slightest rustle. I've looked in, on, and under everything big enough to hold a cat, as far as I can tell. Do you have any idea how well a black cat can hide? Except this one has a white plastic bag on her, as far as I know. I sweartogod she's magic and has gone to some other plane of existence.