Something Squirrelly this Way Comes

I come from work on Tuesday night and there isn't a fur kid in the window. Most evenings it's Princess Luna but I've seen Sir Gibson there too. I've also come home to no kitties in the window, so not seeing one there didn't set off any internal alarms.

I walk to my front door and still no fur kid appeared in the window. I figure they're napping late upstairs. I open the door, no kids. I go inside and start taking off jacket and shoes, hanging up work bag, etc. Still no kids.

Now the internal alarm is starting to ring. The kids are usually sniffing around me by now. I start looking for them, with my socks and work badge still on (they usually come off at the front door too).

I call Luna and hear a faint meow. I call Gibson and hear nothing. Now I'm really starting to get worried as Sir Gibson is also known as Mr. Chatty, Sing Sing, Triller, Chirpy Chirp, and Squeaker because if he's not talking or singing, he's sleeping or eating. Using the litter box doesn't stop him.

I make my way upstairs, calling both kids. Luna answers, still no Gibson. By now I'm thinking Gibson is hurt and Luna is being a sweet sister and staying by his side. I should've known better.

I get to the top of the stairs and hear Luna meow from the spare bedroom. I turn to it and the door is closed. That door is only closed if someone is visiting me and staying in there.

I open the door and hit resistance. My heart lurches, thinking it's Gibson lying in front of the door. I gently ease the door open and Luna comes running out. I start calling for Gibson, still no answer.

I get the door open far enough and poke my head in. A bulletin board had been knocked over, closing the door and preventing me from opening it easily. I get the board out of the way and the door open.

Gibson is sitting on the desk, watching me. I say his name in a rather exasperated voice, as he is obviously okay, and he starts chirping and trilling at me. The rat fink. He jumps down and runs out of the room.

I have no idea how long the kids were locked in the back room. I'm pretty sure I know how they managed to get in their predicament. They were playing tag, bumped the bulletin board on their way by. It fell over, hit the door and closed it.

I checked the room and found no evidence of a make shift litter box. So I don't believe they were prisoners of their own fun for too long. Although both did use the litter box within five minutes of being freed.

Based on the amount of tag and wrestling that ensued last night and tonight, they're obviously over their traumatic experience.

I told someone that I was going to put up a post about my fur kids and their adventure earlier today. Yeah, that's not this post. That might be tomorrow, this post is just filler.

Kudos to those of you who know what the title is from - without googling it.