incarcerated Izzy...
Izzy... always the curious girl... decided today that she just had to see what all the commotion had been outside (when we moved all the plants yesterday).
As I came in the front door, she made a break to go out. I managed to pin her between my leg and the doorframe, but then there was no way to grab her w/out shifting my balance, which promptly gave her a chance to escape.
Oops.
On the rare occasions that she's made it out the door before, she stopped in the flower bed 'til I could pick her up. This time, there was nothing there to stop her, so she kept going. Across the bed to the driveway. Past the front of the truck to the flower bed on the other side (while I was trying to skirt around the truck from the other side to head her off). Into the bed where the peonies had been (and the daylilies still are).
She had no interest in coming back to me, and the more I followed, the farther she went. So I sat down in the driveway, between the front of the truck and the garage door.
She explored.
I talked babytalk to her.
She explored some more.
I talked more.
She headed around the corner by the side of the house... and then something... I'm not sure what (possibly the AC coming on) startled her and she bolted back towards me and ran almost up into my lap.
Yay for a recaptured Izzy!
I carried her inside and, knowing that I had more things to get out of the house tonight, put her in Kitty Containment (the big double-decker cat crate) along with a quarter of a can of tasty tasty meatglop as a reward for coming back to me.
She may have to live in kitty jail for the next 11 days. So be it. She'll have buddies in there soon enough, and I rather expect that Bigfoot will be the next one who has to be contained.
Life with cats... it's never dull!
As I came in the front door, she made a break to go out. I managed to pin her between my leg and the doorframe, but then there was no way to grab her w/out shifting my balance, which promptly gave her a chance to escape.
Oops.
On the rare occasions that she's made it out the door before, she stopped in the flower bed 'til I could pick her up. This time, there was nothing there to stop her, so she kept going. Across the bed to the driveway. Past the front of the truck to the flower bed on the other side (while I was trying to skirt around the truck from the other side to head her off). Into the bed where the peonies had been (and the daylilies still are).
She had no interest in coming back to me, and the more I followed, the farther she went. So I sat down in the driveway, between the front of the truck and the garage door.
She explored.
I talked babytalk to her.
She explored some more.
I talked more.
She headed around the corner by the side of the house... and then something... I'm not sure what (possibly the AC coming on) startled her and she bolted back towards me and ran almost up into my lap.
Yay for a recaptured Izzy!
I carried her inside and, knowing that I had more things to get out of the house tonight, put her in Kitty Containment (the big double-decker cat crate) along with a quarter of a can of tasty tasty meatglop as a reward for coming back to me.
She may have to live in kitty jail for the next 11 days. So be it. She'll have buddies in there soon enough, and I rather expect that Bigfoot will be the next one who has to be contained.
Life with cats... it's never dull!