Cats escaped
For the past couple of months, our cats have been confined to the basement. One of them, the younger one, was going to the bathroom on stuff in the main living areas. So as a sentence, they have to do time in the basement. It’s actually a pretty good place for them I think. I am down there most of the days when I am not traveling since my office is in the basement. There are things to play with, and plenty of places to sleep. They might miss the kids but who knows, cats are indifferent and aloof anyway.
So a couple of weeks ago I built a screen for the basement window. This way, I can open the basement door, open the window, and get a cross breeze. The cats sit on the window sill and look at the world passing by.
Last night I went downstairs and I heard a cat fight. In the old days, when we just had Finley, the older male, he would get out and get the crap beat out of him by a street cat that patrols the neighborhood. Last night I heard the same thing.
So I looked over and the screen fell out of the window, allowing both cats to get away. My first thought was “Good, we have no cats”, but then I saw poor Finley getting pummeled. I ran outside, saved him, and brought him back to the basement. I fixed the window and looked around for the calico, Orla. She was no where.
I went outside and searched in the darkness. Nothing. I kept looking out the front and back door, and she was still not around.
This morning I got up early and walked around. Nothing. I checked again when I went for a run. Nada.
After my morning run, I walked back and saw Orla sitting in the basement window sill, on the inside. My first thought was that she was just hiding in the basement. But not the case. It turns out that Patti heard her crying after I left this morning, and went in the backyard to find her in a tree, pretty high up. Patti went to get a ladder but realized she could not manage getting the ladder by herself. So she got a piece of cheese, slid a large child play structure we have in the yard under the branch, and climbed on top to get the stupid cat.
After grabbing the cat, Orla apparently tried to get away. I told Patti she should have let her go. I like Finley much better anyway, and who knows, maybe Orla wants to run free around the woods by our house. Let her go I say, run wild with the feral cats. Have fun. Send a card.
But nope, Patti is a better person than I, and she put Orla back in the house. It was a little like Steve McQueen getting out for 24 hours in The Great Escape. Orla was brought back and is probably planning her next escape right now. Who knows, maybe I’ll help her.
Thought I'd share.
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