When I got to my grandmother's apartment today I opened the door, walked in, and called "hello" to my grandma (I like to make sure she is still alive before I walk into her room. I have nightmares about being the person who finds her.) Usually when I walk in the front door Hector is waiting to greet me or he's bouncing all over the place seemingly excited that I have arrived finally!

Well this morning Hector wasn't there, but instead I heard what sounded like a cat-call for help coming from my Grandmother's room. I'm not really sure how to describe this sound, but what I can say is that when I first heard it I thought it was a truck outside making some horrible screaching noise. When I heard it again I realized it was coming from a cat. It was almost as if Hector was screaming; as if he had been stuck under something for days and was dying, and when he heard me it took all his strength to let out this crazy meow so I would come to his rescue.

I really thought he was caught underneath something and his guts were spilling out or something. Or my grandmother had sat on him and didn't even realize. Of course when I went to find him, sure that I was about to see my baby smooshed under a collapsed bed he crawled out towards me perfectly fine. What a weirdo... My grandma said he wanted to see me, but if that's the case then he is just as melodramatic as his brother Rico.