Kitty-Catting

Been meaning to post this kitty-cat adventure story for about a week now and other things keep popping up.

My cats had quite the adventure last week while I almost had a heart attack.

My kitties are loved and adored, cuddled and coddled - you get the picture. They're lazy and soft from a cozy life on the inside.

At least since they were a few weeks old, they've never been outside. They're both ball-less and claw-less, so the great outdoors would not behoove them.

Or so I thought.

Last week one of my son's buddies was over. I had a headache that evening for some strange reason (job hunt frustrations, most likely) and was being a couch-potato on the sectional after dinner. When the boys were finished with their shenanigans, the buddy said goodbye and left out the backdoor. Usually my son or I will escort our company to the door and ensure proper closure.

Not zis time.

My back screen door got blown to kingdom come by a blasting northerly "breeze" about a month ago and bent the hydraulic thingy to where you need to pull the screen door closed in order to latch it. I'll fix it come spring.

But that's not the point.

About an hour later my son walked by the back door and realized that both the screen door and the back door were wide open. He proceeded to properly close them and we continued with our evening in preparation for heading off to never-neverland for the night.

Thirty-minutes later we were saying our goodnights when my son asked if I'd seen the cats.

My stomach collapsed to my nether-regions while my heart leapt into my throat. The headache got immediately worse.

The cats had escaped out the wide open back door.

Have no idea how long they'd been out and about carousing the night. Had no idea how I'd find them in the dark or even where I should begin to look. But when I opened the back door, little Toby's grey and white face was pasted against the glass of the screen door, his pupils massive dark circles. He let out a loud meow that was whisked away by the brisk wind (again).

I tried to be calm. At least one cat was nearby, but I didn't want to scare him off the back porch by pouncing on him. So I gently opened the screen door and called for him to come in.

Before Toby even had a chance, Paws came out of nowhere, squeezed under the door into the house and tore down the hallway. Toby looked at me rather sheepishly as if he knew they were in BIG trouble, then scooted into the house after Paws where they both proceeded to lick themselves clean.

Figured after that adventure they'd be too scared to even consider such an event again. I stayed up for awhile just to check them both over and make sure they were okay. Scared me half to death with the thought of my poor, defenseless babies out lost in the cold all night.

To my surprise, every night practically since then either Paws or Toby or both will sit at the back door of an evening and wail and cry to be let out again.

Unbelievable.

One night of kitty-catting it around is all you're ever going to get boys!