Hail Bast, in visible form,
Casting light into the darkness,
I have come before you,
The path is opened,
The earth is at peace.
A truly frightening ending to a less-than good day.
Water in the basement. Propped garage doors open. Was sure I kept inner doors shut.
Shadow-kitty got out somehow anyway. Didn't realize it right away... only when she didn't show up for gooshyfood.
Spent the next hour or so looking around oustide with monsteralice. No sign. Went to pieces, blaming myself, feeling like the worst kitty dad in the world. Fervently prayed to Bast. Consoled monsteralice and was consoled; Molly-dog consoled both of us (good girl!), but was still unconsolable and felt like shit.
Then went back to basement. Lo and behold she was there, in the garage, damp but otherwise fine.
Conversation like this:
"Oh, it's you. Let me in, for Bast's sake!"
"Shadow, oh thank Bast, you're OK!"
"I'm so sorry. Are you all right?"
"C'mere little girl..."
"Get away from me, you freak!"
"Oh, you're all damp!"
"Let me go!"
"Look monsteralice! She's back!"
"LET ME GO! AND FEED ME!"
Have administered gooshyfood to Shadow. Have set up shrine to Bast including statue, plate, candle, incense, bowl of bread and honey, glass of red beer. Have administered whisky to self. Will donate to Arlington Animal Welfare league in Her name tomorrow. Still feel like an eejit, but at least have both cats still. Suggestions for more propitiatory offerings gladly accepted.