This episode starts with Sat morning. I sit with Magpie waiting for Jackie to arrive so we can take my desk to the Salvation Army (whom I could not book a pick up with because they kept misdirecting me on the phone, you would think an organization that you want to donate to would be more helpful.) Jackie arrives, Magpie promptly hides like he always does, but we are going to breakfast at 930 and my dad is coming to load up at 12, there will be time between those two events to coral him, right? Jackie and I positioned the screen door open so that we could get the desk out hassle free. We do so. Of course then we leave the doors (both screen and regular) open as we happily go off to breakfast.

 

  We come back to find my Dad and my brother in my apartment (so if Magpie was hiding there is no way he is coming out now.) Now, I know my cat, he hates the outdoors, he would not stand outside for five minutes for all the moths he could eat. Trust me, in his world that means a lot! I know he is not outside and that he is hiding inside the apartment still, but since the door was open everyone is convinced he got out. We load the truck thinking I will just wait for him to poke his head out after they are loaded up and can head for home. We go out to lunch. I think this is perfect he will be all alone and come out, nope. My dad and brother leave with most of my stuff.

 

    I try to load the rest of my stuff into my car. I trip going down the stairs and twist my ankle. It hurts. It eventually ends up swollen like I have an egg inside my ankle. Perfect for moving.

 

   The guys who are moving into the apartment show up. They want to move in now. They have a truck full of stuff and they have to bring the truck back to its owner really soon. So I tell them to go ahead, thinking maybe atleast their moving might shell shock the cat into trying to escape. Nope. The guy’s mother shows up to clean the apartment for him. Yes, a 21 year old still needs his mother to clean up for him.

 

 

   I got back upstairs to try and get Magpie out again. I get yelled at again. I try to explain to her that I will not communicate with a hysterical screaming woman, but she scoffs. I gather my belonging and go to wait outside. I called the landlord, left a message. I then called her son to warn him about the incident. Then the crazy lady came out and apologized. Started complaining that her son hadn't told her the whole deal and that she was really upset with him. She tried again to help me look for Magpie, and then said maybe it would help if I waited outside. (Oh you mean like I told you it would before you bit my head off, yeah probably!) But all I said was yes it would.

 

  No luck yet. I go to have dinner at my friend Jackie’s house. I needed a break from the scene at the apartment. Later Jackie and I go back to try and find Magpie. Nobody is home, the door is open, there is a candle burning inside waiting to burn the house down. Jackie has the genius idea to tip the stove to see if he is back there. She spies a lump of black fur that very distinctly resembles a cat. We poke him with a broom. No movement. We try to drag him out with the broom. Not happening. We finally slide the stove away from the wall, I climb behind it, reach in, retrieve a very unhappy cat. Success! I triumphantly put him in the carrier start out for MA.