One life gone

Rabies was missing for 8 1/2 hours when Greg found him. And now he has 8 lives left instead of 9.

It turns out that while we worried the entire day, Rabies was ensconced under the stairs. Yep, under the stairs, in the section that we would have sworn no one and nothing could have gotten into, unless you turned the stopper and pulled a piece of drywall away.

Greg checked under the stairs hours and hours ago, but he didn't have a flashlight. So now, there Rabies was, sleeping peacefully, the little shit.

The space under the stairs is half blocked off and the other half is where the cats have their litter boxes. Greg partially drywalled the side of the space, so Rabies jumped up about four feet, balanced on top of the drywall, and then jumped down in the space between the drywall and studs, which allowed him access to the area under the stairs.

We were convinced he was a Rabiesicle. We were convinced he was wandering the block, lost and alone. We were composing Lost Kitty notices and thanking god that we had a picture of Rabies. We thought he was dead.

Instead, he's just a kitten. A kitten with 8 lives left.