Vanessa's Blog

September 10, 2015 - Epilogue

On Saturday, I went to FedEx on 72nd Street (west side) to send my rent off. A 20-something woman was being waited on. The FedEx employee who was taking care of her kept addressing her as “mademoiselle.”

Me: Mademoiselle?

Her: Yeah, I have NO IDEA what’s that about.

At work on Saturday night - while Dmitri was still in Nesha’s bedroom - no longer in the cupboard.

Jeannie: We always just left the cat at home, alone, with dry food out. They were fine. How much they charge? $400! What?!!! They shouldn’t charge that much, for what?!

I trusted the cat boarder’s boss’s expertise/judgment with cats. But I thought it would’ve been less traumatic for Dmitri if we all waited for the cat trap. There would be no scary humans trying to get him. I don’t think he’d be as scared with the door closing in on him if he was alone. But the boss seemed concerned with time. Before Nesha’s return home Monday (Labor Day) night.

If it weren’t for her best friend’s baby’s christening, Nesha would’ve been booked for another cat boarding. And if that person had a flight to catch on Friday ...

I couldn’t imagine if I brought him with me to France and he did this right when I was going to catch my return flight. My idiot coworkers suggested that I should’ve brought him with me to France.

Dmitri was initially pacing throughout the apartment (when he finally got home), he was panting.

While Dmitri was under the bed he meowed, as if to say “Leave me alone!”

He went in and out of the carrier and finally when he went in the last time, the handler closed the flap and zipped it. The cat scratched him a few times. “It’s okay,” he said. I emailed this all to the cat boarder boss. He had to clean himself off.

After the handler left i put everything back to where I thought it was. I couldn’t remember exactly. All this while poor Dmitri was in the carrier.

The cat boarder boss sent a handler who said he didn’t know it it’d work. He put his gloves on and asked if Dmitri was dangerous. I said no but given the circumstances, I don’t know.

I had blocked up the holes on Saturday while Dmitri was in the bedroom. [On Saturday].

I used video VHS cassettes, heavy books, and board game boxes stacking them in front of the holes. Plus a glass vase.

Later, the next day, he found another hiding spot. I told him I wasn’t going to get him today. I had to get to work.