So one of the things about this house that the cats absolutely /love/ is the screen porch. They sit out there and bask in the sun and then lay on the cool floor in the shade – quite literally all day long. If I shut the door, they howl at me until I open it.
Yesterday evening I noticed we’d not seen much of either of them (which is somewhat unusual, most evenings we get visits from both perioidically), but I checked the porch and shut the door and went to bed. Note that the porch light does not work, but I was pretty sure there were no cats out there.
I wake up this morning to the sound of very distant howling, and go to investigate, and there’s Max, sitting on the porch, howling to get in and get breakfast!
Spidey sense tingling.
I go out on the porch to find that they have, in fact, knocked one of the window screens out and Charlie is out in the yard eating grass. He, of course, bolts as soon as he sees me. Max is too busy inhaling kitty kibble to notice anything going on until I open the can of tuna. I did give him some, and the rest went on a plate to go find Charlie. He was hanging out by the garage, looking warily at the door and hungriliy at the tuna. Fortunately tuna > all, and he sat down to slurp some up and I was able to nab him. (He protested loudly until he got inside and got his plate of tuna again)
So it would seem that the two of them spent the night out joyriding in the neighborhood – they’re both filthy (particluarly Charlie, who is medium-long haired) and probably will need at least a good brushing, if not a bath. Fortunately they’ve had their flea/tick/heartworm/earmite medicine already this month, so they should be fine on that front.
It’s been a little stressful though, esp. in light of the massive plumbing issue we had yesterday. But that’s another post.