Oh...and I Cant Find The Cat!!!

I'm laying in a hospital bed that Dr.Gestapo made sure I signed into, recovering from some annoying stomach disorder when it hits me...my kids are home alone!!!

Now don't get me wrong...one is my nearly 16yr old football player son , and the other is his older sister, age 21, watching over my 11yr old with special needs. If you read my blogs you'll be familiar with my single -mommieness and my beautiful but zany kids. If not , read on and take a seat on the crazy express!! Choo Choo!!

So my first day in the hospital all goes well. We call, we text, my nerves are fine which Dr. Gestapo says is vital for my innerds to heal.

Second day.. not so great! I call..no answer. I text...no reply. I leave messages and emails...at least 20 to each very expensive iPhone....nothing! So now I panic!

I'm thinking my son ate the last burrito which made my older daughter eat the entire ice cream which lead to WWlll and no survivors!. And what about my sweet Lil' darling with Down Syndrome? Did she go out back with her service dog wearing just underwear as she's sharing a bag of Easter marshmallows with her all the while blasting her radio and singing deep into her microphone at a decibel level that Nevada can hear???

Finally I get a call back from older daughter, the supervisor, and she quickly spurts out that my son drove our car through my neighbors garage door and broke the tail lights. Before I could catch my breathe to reply. .she nonchalantly adds," oh...and I can't find the cat!"

Now I knew having teens, pre-teens whatever..was going to be a hassle, but I didn't realize I'd need the National Guard on speed dial. I calmly asked the appropriate questions and discovered managers of the apartment were called, papers were signed and nobody was hurt, except Sophia (my car) the garage door and my son's pride. Whew! And what about my cat? Which one?

 I have BigBoy whose 12yrs old, lazy and 30lbs; there's mama whose lazy and afraid to venture out; there's Sonnyboy(zeppy) who loves to escape to find a thrill and get a local winged delight or the 2 kitties who are game for anything!

 It was Leon, (BigBoy)!!! OMG! So finally I talk to my son who simply cries out in self defense.." I didn't do it on purpose and Lala found the cat in the back of your closet....we have no food..hurry home pleeeeez!"

My mind is now on auto pilot frantic freak out mode! I calmly say to stay away from my car, keep the doors shut so the cat doesn't run out and please save some food for your little sis. Talk to you later. Bye!?

I hang up and realize this could have been much worse. They didn't burn down, kill or get injured. The wimpy cat probably ventured out and came running back in hiding from fright and I know there's enough food in that place to feed starving Haitians for a good month.

  I then call Dr.Gestapo and tell him I'm much better and want to go home immediately. He laughs in the phone and replies..." Teenagers huh?....did they dent the car or have a loud party?" I replied with no laugh.." No....they lost my cat." On my way home! .