So… my cat was in heat today.
Which, in theory, explains what happened. But in the moment?Logic left the chat.
Nothing made sense. Nothing mattered.
Because I genuinely thought I had lost her.
And I don’t think I’ve ever felt panic like that before.
She Was Just… Gone
She’s never left the house. Never gone rogue. Never ghosted me like this.
One moment, she was inside, sleeping, purring, plotting world domination like usual.
The next? Silence.
No meows. No scratches. No dramatic tail flicks from atop the cupboard.
I screamed her name like a madwoman. Tore through every room. Flung open every cupboard (yes, including the fridge, don't @me)
Still, nothing. Gone.
I Was Barefoot, Breathless, and Spiraling
Slippers? Please.
I didn’t have time for footwear or dignity.
I ran, barefoot, through my entire building complex, heart pounding, actual tears welling up, yelling her name like a dramatic soap opera heroine mid-climax.
And yes, people stared. I couldn’t care less.
I’ve had friends lose pets. I’ve cried with them, comforted them.
But this? This was my worst fear materializing in real time.
My mind instantly jumped to the worst-case scenarios, she's lost, she's stuck, she's fighting other cats, and I'm never going to see her again.
I was 🤏 this close to a full-blown anxiety attack.
And Then… I Saw Her
After ten-fifteen-idk how many excruciating minutes (which felt like hours), I spotted her.
On the first floor, curled in a corner, looking as freaked out as I was.
She had that "I made a huge mistake" face.
And I?
I scooped her up like a baby, held her to my chest, and nearly cried all over again, this time, out of sheer relief.
PS. She's still screaming at me.
The Post-Crisis Breakdown Bath
Back home, adrenaline crashing, I did the only thing I could:
Took the most emotionally necessary bath of my life.
And now here I am, still shaky, still recovering, writing this out.
Not for sympathy. Not for internet validation.
But because writing helps me process.
It makes the panic sit a little lighter.
(SUPER emotionally mature of me, I know. Go me.)
In Case You’re Wondering…
Yes, she’s fine.
She’s sleeping beside me now, like nothing happened, after casually stealing pieces of my bread pakoda (don’t judge the timing—yes, it’s breakfast, yes it’s afternoon).
Yes, she’s still in heat.
Yes, I’ll be hovering like a satellite until this hormonal madness passes.
And yes, I will 100% be looking into getting her spayed (okay, I'm lying, my mom refuses to allow me to get it done.)
To My Little Furry Drama Queen:
Please don’t ever scare me like that again.
My heart can’t take it. My feet can’t take it.
And no matter how mad I was for 0.3 seconds…
I’d still choose you. Every damn time.
If you’ve ever lost your pet, even for 10 minutes, I get it now.
Like, really get it.
Here’s your virtual hug.
Here’s to never going through that again.
And here’s to the chaotic little creatures who make our hearts race and our homes whole. 💕
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