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I had a good scare this morning.
I'm getting dressed and I hear the screen door banging. I go first to the front door because Patch had suggested last night that it wasn't closed correctly. (We had a bee in the house. Patch suspected that was the port of entry.) The screen was indeed unlatched, but it was not banging. (no wind) I go to the back door and nervously open it. (I can't see a damn thing out the window, so I don't know what's on the other side. Lo and behold, there is Loaf covered in cobwebs from a night on the prowl and ready for brekkie. Damn cat!
Then it occurs to me. When Patch put the food out last night, neither of the cats came to the dish; not a one. When we went to bed, there wasn't the usual fight for the covers with my fuzzball. Where the fuck was my cat?!!! (and why didn't I notice all night?)
I check the few places in my tiny apartment where he might be hanging out. (trying desperately not to panic) Then I went tearing outside calling his name. Just as I start to really freak out he runs over and meows at my like he's been out on a little jaunt. Nothing to worry about mommy! *AAAAaaaargh!* Fucking Cat!
Dar is fine. Loaf is fine. And despite my hearing cat standoff noises under my window last night, they don't look like they've been fighting.
Yeah, I heard noises of angry cat last night. It woke me up. I shshed and slapped the bed, because I thought it was our two in the bedroom. I even tried to chuck something at the bedroom door. I remember not being able to see the cats, but I was so bleary with sleep, I really couldn't see anything. Since they didn't respond, I figured the neighborghood strays mixing it up outside. So, I rolled over and passed out again.
Final wrap up. Cats: 1, Big Bad Outside World: 0. Patch: Penalty for leaving the screen door ajar.
I'm getting dressed and I hear the screen door banging. I go first to the front door because Patch had suggested last night that it wasn't closed correctly. (We had a bee in the house. Patch suspected that was the port of entry.) The screen was indeed unlatched, but it was not banging. (no wind) I go to the back door and nervously open it. (I can't see a damn thing out the window, so I don't know what's on the other side. Lo and behold, there is Loaf covered in cobwebs from a night on the prowl and ready for brekkie. Damn cat!
Then it occurs to me. When Patch put the food out last night, neither of the cats came to the dish; not a one. When we went to bed, there wasn't the usual fight for the covers with my fuzzball. Where the fuck was my cat?!!! (and why didn't I notice all night?)
I check the few places in my tiny apartment where he might be hanging out. (trying desperately not to panic) Then I went tearing outside calling his name. Just as I start to really freak out he runs over and meows at my like he's been out on a little jaunt. Nothing to worry about mommy! *AAAAaaaargh!* Fucking Cat!
Dar is fine. Loaf is fine. And despite my hearing cat standoff noises under my window last night, they don't look like they've been fighting.
Yeah, I heard noises of angry cat last night. It woke me up. I shshed and slapped the bed, because I thought it was our two in the bedroom. I even tried to chuck something at the bedroom door. I remember not being able to see the cats, but I was so bleary with sleep, I really couldn't see anything. Since they didn't respond, I figured the neighborghood strays mixing it up outside. So, I rolled over and passed out again.
Final wrap up. Cats: 1, Big Bad Outside World: 0. Patch: Penalty for leaving the screen door ajar.
