Full Blown Panic Attack

I came home from work and plopped in the recliner... No Daisy...  Daisy ALWAYS comes to greet me.   I watched tv and called for her. No Daisy.  I looked for her for an hour!  I looked everywhere including inside the dryer... I went outside and looked for tracks, cursing myself for not getting her chipped... I got a flashlight out and checked under every bed... Calling to her... "She always comes when I call her," I thought.  

My imagination ran wild.  In my mind she got outside and was lost forever, frozen in the snow.  I thought maybe she was dead in a corner somewhere in the house.  In a closet? Box? Laundry basket? 

Tears flowed... I couldn't stop looking and calling for her... My heart pounding, I couldn't make myself calm down.  I wanted everyone to stop what they were doing and help me find her.  I guess our son finally realized how upset I was.  Within minutes, he found her under the bunk beds, behind some treasures stored there by our granddaughters... Daisy sleepily walked out and looked at me as if to say, "Woman! What is your problem?  Can't a cat get some sleep around here?"

I guess she's growing up and not my Velcro kitty anymore.  

I guess I need to learn to "let go" a bit.  Let's snuggle awhile first...

---typed in my bed with a kitty playing with her favorite pipe cleaner toy and happily purring as if nothing happened.  Well, I guess nothing did happen - except I found out how much I love this fur ball!

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