This is Chester. He’s gone AWOL.
I know he’s somewhere in the house, and hasn’t escaped. He’s done this before, particularly when he has to go visit the vet for his three monthly checkup.
This time I suspect it is a major case of the sulks.
We had to change his scratching post as the previous one has been shredded. It was made out of some old carpet and had a box in the form of a house at the top.
He liked to use my lounge chair as a launching pad to get into the house. I’ve watched him do that death-defying act a number of times, and it explains the claw marks on my chair.
So, rather than admonish him again, I bought a new scratching post, with a new house that’s not so high up,, and moved it to a different position so he could not use my chair.
First day, he ignored it.
Second day, he went over and sniffed it, then walked off with a snooty expression.
Third day, he didn’t go in the room.
Fourth day, I took him down there and put him in the house. You’d think I had tried to lock him up in jail.
This is the fifth day, and he’s disappeared.
He doesn’t know I’ve got a secret weapon.
Some old friends we haven’t seen for a while are coming to visit, and he likes them and makes a special effort to come and see them.
They arrive, and after a few minutes, out he comes, trotting down the passage and straight to them.
I glare at him. You can run, but you can’t hide.
And you will use that scratching post.