Back in Paris, Sans Cat

I’m going to miss my kitty so much! I’m sure I still have it easier than him, he’s around people he doesn’t really know. But I’m hoping he will start to enjoy his temporary home in Santa Monica.

Two days after we recovered Elliot from that backyard, he managed to escape again. Only for about 2 days this time, and he was recovered the night before my flight. He was spotted going under a house, and trapped there until I arrived. But no matter what, I couldn’t even see him under there. We finally left a trap with food, and left. Ten minutes later, my friend calls saying Elliot had fallen for the trap, and was not pleased with this foolishness. I visited him before heading to the airport, and he was super mellow and sort of in an “I’m not talking to you” mood. That morning I also ordered a lovely GPS collar for him. Well, if you can’t come back on your own, we will just know where you are every second of every day. Sorry, cat.

How One Cat Rules My World

Sorry for the lack of posts this week, but I’m back! And let me explain my absence. Who here has a cat? Has your cat ever gone missing? Maybe right before you’re supposed to catch a plane somewhere?

Last Friday I brought my cat over to a new friend in Santa Monica for safe-keeping while I’ll be in France. My flight was to be on Tuesday, and I was going to stop by a couple of times to make sure he was OK before I left. One day later, he made his escape. I don’t want to share the details, because I’m not trying to blame anyone. But point is, he got out, sprinted across the street, and vanished. I came over a few hours later with “his” sweatshirt, and walked around the neighbourhood ringing his bell. I came over again later that night to do the same. No kitty. After 48 hours of no kitty, I decided to postpone my trip back to Paris, and look for some professional help. I didn’t want to waste any time. So I recruited Landa from and received her lengthy PDF on searching for missing cats. We started right away with two humane traps (purchased new off of craigslist – saved about $90!) and bright neon posters strategically placed around the neighbourhood. We’d already hung many 8X10 posters the day before.

And yes, you heard that, I postponed my flight. I gave myself 8 more days. Which means the plan I had in place for my return was kind of spoiled. And even as of this moment, I don’t know where I’m going to stay once I reach France.

Step by Step

kitty cage

So this week, I’m in L.A. I’ll be here until April, though the cat is back here for good, and that return trip to me looks like the edge of a cliff, the edge of the world, which I can’t see beyond. But for now, I’m good. And although my cat seems angry at me, he’ll be fine too. Better than he would be in France.

What I wanted to write about today is goals and steps towards goals. It’s something I need to work on, I’m not very good at. I have pretty vague goals, or maybe even specific goals (like work with Joss Whedon) but no clue about the steps one takes to reach the goals. So I end up kind of running around doing whatever I can think of. I still don’t know how to walk in a straight line towards a goal. But last Saturday was kind of a lesson in goals.