Feline Part 2

It was a day of celebration; my daughter, my oldest, my first baby, was graduating from high school. The emotions that day were running the gamet for me. There were the ususal tears of joy, anziety at the maximum for approximaiately thirty people were coming to my tiny two- bedroom apartment. The Lord blessed us that day with sunshine and the temperatures in the 70's, which is unusual for this area in late May. The decorations were festive, the food ready and the people were jovial. The one thing that never really entered my mind was the cat. She was not allowed outside nor had she ever really attempted to try to venture out the door so absent-minded me did not consider the possiblilty that anything terrible would happen to her.
People flowed in and out of the apartment all day and the celebration lasted longinto the evening. As things winded down I finally made it back into the apartment to assess the damages. Besides the usual mess nothing seemed amiss until I could not find my Angel. I searched everywhere, her usual hiding places, calling her name, hoping htat she would come to find me. I tried not to panic as a dreadful feeling that something had happened and prayed that somehow she had not gotten outside unnoticed and was hurt or lost. My son helped me search as did my neighbor/ friend. As the evening became night we still could not locate her. I called some of the guest asking id they had seen her during the party, noone recalled seeing her. My heart sank as I realized that she was not home.
It was two days later that she came out of whereever she was; a mystery that I was not able to solve. She did not look the same and immediately I ws filled with relief and dread. I picked her up to lovingly examine her. Nothing seemed to be broken and she acted hungry. I placed her by her food dish, watching her gingerly eat the food that was awaitng her. It was late evening and made the decision to see how she was the next  morning before taking her to the vet. I carefully took her to bed, petted her and express my gratefullness for her return.
As the sun arose the next morning she seemed fine, nothing amiss except one terrible thing she started growling and hissing everytime she heard a noise or thought someone was going to touch her. My kind loving cat had become this angry monster overnight. I again did a careful exam to make sure there were no obvious injuries except the ones she was now tryong to inflict on me. All was fine. My closest friend and neighbor came up to see me and was so glad to see the cat. They had beem friends too and she was shocked by the monster that swatted and hissed at her.
As time went by I had hoped that this was a phase and she would return to being the Angel sent to me. I am sad to report that she is still a little monster after three years. She does not hiss or spit at me but tread carefully if if you are a stranger or cross her path. She comes to my room at night to be loved and on occasion she will jump in my lap or one of my children's laps to be petted but it is on her time and terms. This is why my children call her "Lucifer" now. I will probably never know what happened that day to her and why she has never recovered from it. Physically she is fine and on her good days she still my Angel.