I lost my cat for a day yesterday. My giant, always hungry, way too fluffy, ‘I’m going to eat your scone dough’ orange cat wandered out of an open door here in New Orleans and, just like giant orange cats do…. he disappeared into thin air.
I was in the thick of preparing for the Kentucky Derby Party I’ve been talking about here for a week. Elbow deep in Mac and Cheese, two Derby Pies (that wouldn’t set in the oven because I eyeballed the addition of too much bourbon), baking biscuits, two hours away from guests arriving, and…. a missing cat. I’ll tell you now that I 100% freaked out, and then I 100% continued to make Mac and Cheese because I didn’t want to burn the dang béchamel. I also cried on a few of the biscuits.
A few friends diligently searched the neighborhood. Hearing them call for my giant orange boy cat in their dainty coaxing voices was calming. When I searched the neighborhood myself, with flour all over my shirt and my eyes starting to puff and fatigue, I think I was offered just about every cat consolation in the book.
‘Just go outside and call for him.’ Thank you, antique shop neighbor. I hadn’t thought of that.
‘He’ll find another good home.’ Um… I make cat treats from scratch. It doesn’t get better than my home!
‘I moved to a new neighborhood, lost my cat and it came back after four months. You’ll be fine.” Nope. Now I’m really not fine, but cool I’m happy for you.
‘I recently lost my cat in a tragic dryer accident so I know what you’re feeling.” And I run screaming away from this neighbor as fast as I can.
‘He’s wearing a collar, right?’ No… get away from me.
‘Calm down. Cats come back.’ Thank you but this doesn’t feel entirely helpful right now!
It turns out that, ok…. cats do come home. At least Tron-cat did come home. Early this morning, mud all over his belly, dirt crusted in his fancy tail, paws blackened with dust and dirt. He was HUNGRY. I mean… he missed AN ENTIRE MEAL. I also think he was scared and happy to see me. I told him about all the fried chicken and biscuits he missed and the Derby Party. He told me about all the flies he ate hiding in the bushes. I told him about the lady with the cat in the dryer and he made the sign of the cross with his paw. Not really… that last part only happened in my imagination.
• Also this week, I became re-obsessed with this James Blake song, Retrograde. It hypnotizes me. Some songs just dig deep inside your heart.
• I have a new coffee table book: Unfathomable City: New Orleans. It has the strangest maps and the coolest essays about my new city. The San Francisco edition also seems fantastic.
• Emily from Cupcakes and Cashmere has a new capsule collection with Club Monaco, but you already knew that. I’m excited for the collection and I think it’s really cool to see bloggers do what they do! Totally inspiring.
• Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo! Let there be Breakfast Nachos. High priorities. A lunch time margarita might also treat us right! I like Gaby’s Strawberry Jalapeño margarita jimmyjam.
• Can someone come over and teach me to make crepes? I’ll provide the jam and Nutella.
• My goals for May include making some sort of falafel or veggie burger recipe. This Sweet Green Pea and Herb Falafel is super inspiring.
I’m off to strap on my hawk-holding gloves and give my cat a bath. The mud bath it appears he took late last night doesn’t sit well with either of us. It’s also the last day of Jazz Fest here in New Orleans. Find me swaying in the Blues Tent until sunset.
I love you. Happy Sunday!
Happy to know about your cat, I am really thankful to you for this amazing post.
Ugh – so scary to lose your cat! So glad he came home. And so glad you didn’t get details about the dryer incident… that’s just weird.
I hate it when that happens. We have three cats and it took us a year to decide if we would let them out. We did decide they should but if they’re gone for more than two hours and I haven’t seen them I freak out too. So glad he came back to you! But like you said; you make homemade cat treats…that would lure any cat!
Joy, when I saw on Instagram you lost Tron cat, I said Oh No out loud and said a quick little prayer. My own grey and white fella Monsieur Moustache went missing last week for only an hour, but it was the longest hour of my life. Turns out he was next door, socializing with the strays. That guy. Such happy news for both of us. Happy weekend!
Kristin Markway Shaw
I would lose my shit if my dog went missing. Ugh. No fun. Also, I definitely vote for felafel! I’ve only been able to manage it once. The other times half of it dissolves in the frying oil and they do not get crispy enough. I’m guessing this has something to do with using shortcut chickpeas and too much moisture, but I’m counting on you give me the truth, please!
So glad your “4 legged friend” is back. Probably just as hard on him…. I mean, he had to take a bath as punishment right?! Glad he is safe and sound.
Jeff @ Cheese-burger.net
I’m happy that Tron-cat came back home. You should scold him for making you worry too much.
Oh Joy I know how you feel! Telling you your cat will come back does not make you feel better at all so I’m not sure why people do that! But I don’t mind people telling me that their cat came back after being gone for however long. Those stories give me hope.
One of my cats literally got lost every time we moved, but she always found her way back home all dirty and gross and skinny. Poor baby.
I’m so glad your kitty came back! It’s such a relief when you hear them meow for you, isn’t it? HOORAY!