Panda was missing. One of the last times I remembered seeing him was the morning I woke up to this sight; he had apparently been put in “time out” the night before. Maybe he got offended and decided to run away…but since neither he nor Foster are allowed outdoors, I knew he couldn’t have gone far. But he was missing. Or more accurately, he was Lost in the House!
Foster didn’t seem to notice he was gone, so for a day or two I just waited for him to turn back up. He could have been under the bed, or under the couch, or behind the dresser…I just figured I would look for him later.There is a story in the Bible about a woman who had ten coins and she lost one. She swept her entire house until she found it, and then rejoiced with her friends. To my knowledge I didn’t have any lost coins in my house, but I was thinking of getting out the broom to start sweeping just to find Panda! But that would involve housework, so I just looked under things instead.To help you understand this a little better, I should really show you some of the other things that have been “lost in the house” recently. The door to the guest room is almost always closed, but there is a space underneath it big enough for a catnip mouse to fit through. One day I opened the door and this is what I saw. I had been wondering where those little guys were hiding out!Another day Foster was trying to reach something under the nightstand so I moved it away from the wall. I think the picture speaks for itself.I call this one “Reunited”.
I was beginning to think maybe I had accidentally thrown Panda out with the trash when I decided to look in the laundry basket. I had looked everywhere I thought Foster would have put him, but I hadn’t thought that I could have put him somewhere myself! I lifted up the sheets and voila! Out tumbled Panda into this very position. I must have scooped him up with the sheets and put him in the laundry without realizing it.
And so Panda was found. Foster was glad to see him, of course. I’m not sure whether the feeling was mutual.