Beth Ventura: The Animal Detective

Yes. This black cat that is staring at you with a "what are you looking at" expression is mine. Well to say that it's mine implies that it's my property. To which it isn't, rather he and I live in the same household. His name is Mew. Yes very original I know. XD

I found my father in a state of panic when I came home today. He was demanded if I knew where Mew was. To which I replied no because 1. I had been away from home for seven and a half hours and 2. Even if I were home I wouldn't know, because Mew finds the most obscure corners of the house to hide himself in.

It was weird that Mew couldn't be found in the house because I had already shown my parents the favorite hiding spots of Mew and that's pretty much the only places where he could be inside the house.

I looked around in the usually places where Mew would hide himself. But I found myself worrying because I couldn't find him. I looked at Beth, my other cat, and she looked so guilty. So I asked her, "What'd you do with Mew?". She first ran away from me guiltily, as if she had done something wrong. Which is something that she does usually despite her usually being innocent of anything anyone accuses of. She's not a total angel, but usually if something happened, it's Mew's fault.

Beth, looking guilty as her usual self...

But something particularly odd that she did was that she went to the corner of the living room and kept sniffing the wall. I followed her because well, I was initially trying to get some love from her because I'm lonely and lame during the summer. Which is when I heard a faint "Meewwww" from the corner of the wall.

My first thought was. Jeez... Just how did you get inside of the wall? 

To be fair, he climbed inside of a couch before, which it took me 20 minutes to find him because he was cozily laying inside like nothing was wrong. I only found him because when I called out to him, I heard a faint and famous "Meeewwww" (as his name implies) resounding out of the couch.

So I put my ear close to the wall and listened for him again. But I heard nothing. At first I thought maybe I was just crazy and I didn't hear anything. But Beth kept rubbing her face against the wall and making her little squeaks. She came to me and rubbed her face against my shins then squeaked again, walked circles around me and then sniffed the corner of the living room wall again.

I was so confused.

A lightbulb switched in my brain and I came to the realization that Mew might be in the garage. So I went into the garage, and there he was. Sitting in his glory in the spare bookshelf in the garage, trapped due to a fan that fell down. His body just totally covered in cobwebs and dust.

I brought him into the bathroom and gave him a much needed wash, which of course, he hated.

Beth got lots of treats that night.

;)