Stupid damn cat. I had the glass-door to the back open today, with the screen door closed. I like fresh air and it cools the house off. Mr. Bigglegenius decided to push on the bottom of the screen door where the screen is a bit loose, and let himself out. In the dark. Ever since his last out-door adventure I am keen to hearing the the bell from his collar, and if I don’t hear it after a long period I go looking. Hims not to be found anywhere, and when I listen outside, I hear the jingle. grumble
So out I go, at midnight, into the area behind my apartment and follow the ever-moving jingle. Eventually he darts up the same stairs I found him on last time (his sense of finding his way home is always one off.. dumb cat..) and I follow him up quietly calling too him - the last thing I want is for someone to think I’m a prowler and shoot me. It’s pitch-black (my eyes hadn’t adjusted yet) so I grab for my key-chain LED flashlight. Of course the cat isn’t having any of this and thinks I’m some stranger so he runs around and darts back down the stairs and hides in a bush. I try to get him but he won’t come out from behind it so I flush him out and back up the stairs he runs.
I follow dumbass back up the stairs, I’m convinced someone is going to see me and question what I’m doing on their balcony in a dark blue hoodie sneaking around, and block his exit and slowly work my towards him. I can hear him breathing loudly, so I know he is spooked and that his defenses are up. I’m glad I’m in the hoodie, that way I can grab him and not worry too much about claws or teeth. I sit down and just start calling his name and patting the floor quietly and he eventually comes up to me. I grab him, tell him he’s a bad kitty and march him home. As soon as I get in the door I toss him onto the floor and he comes back and head-butts me and acts like nothing has transpired.
Stupid cat. Glad he has a bell.
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