Muffin
I couldn't sleep last night. I was putting pictures of Johnathan online and I found one I had taken of Muffin...I was reminded of something I was trying not to think about. I had gone out looking for her about 9 last night, walking around calling her name. Nothing.
Finally, at 3:30 am, in between some frantic cleaning to make me think about something else, I went outside and called her name really softly. I heard jangling. She was standing in front of my neighbor's house on the sidewalk. As soon as she saw me, she meowed. She wanted to bolt, I don't know if she thought she was in trouble or what.
So I got her inside and I think held her for a good hour just crying and loving on her. I was so relieved.
I found out how she got out...there was a part where the screen had pulled away from the frame in the living room. I didn't think she could get through there, but apparently she could: I watched her do it again not 10 minutes after I put her down. This time she came to the door when I called her name, but then she ran away. *pulls hair*
I got her, brought her back in, and closed the damn window. She was all sorts of pissed off that I closed the window. She kept pacing the window sill...that little shit wanted back out! Hopefully I can keep her in here and she will forget her experience out in the big bad world....which obviously wasn't so bad for her yesterday. I just hope she doesn't become one of those bolters when the door is open. This was her first time 'running away'.
Thank you everyone, for being encouraging. There are so many strays around here that I really didn't think she would last a whole day out there...she has always been a very passive kitty, and I was afraid she would get her ass kicked.
Finally, at 3:30 am, in between some frantic cleaning to make me think about something else, I went outside and called her name really softly. I heard jangling. She was standing in front of my neighbor's house on the sidewalk. As soon as she saw me, she meowed. She wanted to bolt, I don't know if she thought she was in trouble or what.
So I got her inside and I think held her for a good hour just crying and loving on her. I was so relieved.
I found out how she got out...there was a part where the screen had pulled away from the frame in the living room. I didn't think she could get through there, but apparently she could: I watched her do it again not 10 minutes after I put her down. This time she came to the door when I called her name, but then she ran away. *pulls hair*
I got her, brought her back in, and closed the damn window. She was all sorts of pissed off that I closed the window. She kept pacing the window sill...that little shit wanted back out! Hopefully I can keep her in here and she will forget her experience out in the big bad world....which obviously wasn't so bad for her yesterday. I just hope she doesn't become one of those bolters when the door is open. This was her first time 'running away'.
Thank you everyone, for being encouraging. There are so many strays around here that I really didn't think she would last a whole day out there...she has always been a very passive kitty, and I was afraid she would get her ass kicked.