scaredThomas has been able to open doors for a while now.
Thomas has never previously opened the front door. So this was new.
I got up to get ready for bed and discovered the front door of the house standing open, and an utter absence of cats. This, naturally, triggered INSTANT HYSTERIA, and lots of frenzied cat-calling, which probably frightened the neighbors.
Lilly came immediately, looking faintly ashamed of herself, and limping slightly. Thomas was in the yard, sniffing things, and came when called. I closed the door and turned to inspect Lilly's paw...during which pause Thomas OPENED THE DOOR again and let himself back outside.
I retrieved Thomas, called my mother, put on trousers, went outside, locked the door, and began searching the neighborhood for Alice. I found her halfway down the block, investigating someone's garden. I got her to come by clanging a can of wet food with a fork. She's mad now because she didn't get treats. I'm mad because, well. ESCAPING ISN'T COOL. Poor Vixy got me calling her in hysterics, wailing about how they got out.
All three cats are fine and uninjured. I cannot sleep. I have notified work that I'm going to be in late tomorrow, because there's no way I'm sleeping in the next hour. And from now on, the front door is locked even when I'm in the house.
Stupid cats.
June 23 2011, 13:57:43 UTC 6 years ago
But reading it and knowing all three were OK, I sat there and started laughing like crazy. Because what else CAN you do when your dang cats are that smart??? It's like living with three furry Stewies or Dexters (from the cartoon, not the serial killer - Gods help you if they are like THAT Dexter).
I do not envy you the next 15 years with those three cats. Your cats are the ones who really probably would write those amusing "Cat Journals" we used to see on the intarwebs.
June 23 2011, 15:46:29 UTC 6 years ago