Driving home this afternoon, I was coming up to the stop sign to turn onto my street when a very familiar brown tabby went zooming across the street in front of me. He flew across the street in about three bounds and came to a stop on the neigbor's sidewalk. And along comes a pickup truck making a turn with a little terrier in the passenger seat just barking at him like there's no tomorrow.
By the time I turned the corner and pulled into the driveway, he had made it through the bushes and was trying to sneak into the backyard without being seen.
As soon as I got out of the car, I started fussing at him. (Yeah, crazy lady alert--she's talking to the cat again!) He runs past me and under the fence. By the time I got the front door open, he had made it through the cat door and was trying to look innocent. "Oh, hi Mom, I've been here all day." Little devil.
I guess I have choices to make. I can either tag him so he gets sent back home when the pound picks him up, or I can shut down access to the outside. Which would mean the litterbox would have to move back inside. We've already littered the neighborhood with lost collars, but I guess I'll have to give it another go. Maybe someone will at least return the collar.
Now he's sleeping on top of me like the world has completely exhausted him. These moments are the ones that keep me from killing him.
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I am seriously rolling over here in laughter!!! Omg. It's amazing the crap my boys will get themselves into, especially Aristotle. However, they know that when they roll on their back, primed for belly rub action, they're safe.
ReplyDeleteOh, and as an aside, I hope you don't mind but I've enjoyed reading your blog over the past couple days that I've added a link to it from my page. So, the three readers who visit my page will hopefully check it out!