The furry wench (aka CAT) went AWOL this evening. She disappeared around 5:30 p.m. Mike and I searched the block and one additional block in all directions, alerting neighbors and strangers alike that the cat was on the loose. Nada. Around 8:30, the furry wench banged on the door, demanding to be let in. She was muddy, limping, and completely unapologetic. I suspect she got cornered by another critter, or she stumbled into a storm drain.
Last night, she deliberately went outside in the rain (during the “severe thunderstorm”), fighting a strong headwind as if nothing was amiss. Until it blew her over. Then she decided to lounge in a puddle on the porch.
Nope. Nothing wrong with my cat. No siree. (She’s mad. Mad, I say!)
littleegypt
April 1, 2006 at 8:27pmDon’t you just love those furry friends. We have a new cat, Tater Salad that has moved in with us slowly over the last couple of months. He still likes to spend his days outside. All weather isour fault and he is particularly annoyed that it has been very cold and rainy the past few days.
nkcmike
April 2, 2006 at 12:15amNothing that some anti-psychotics wouldn’t fix.