I got home from work yesterday after a long day of my eyeballs burning from staring at the computer. I check the mail and casually walk to my front door. I pull open the storm door, which wasn't really shut, and realize my front door is open about 8 inches. I rush inside and see that the house hasn't been robbed and realize I must not have pulled the door all the way shut when I left that morning. I sigh in relief to realize no one robbed us blind, and then I suddenly remember how much Meatwad likes to escape. I look around frantically and yell out for my kitty. I run around downstairs looking in his usual spots. No kitty. I run upstairs, and yes, Beefcake is still safely shut up in the extra bedroom (or else he will bully Meatwad out of his breakfast) so I check my bedroom for Meatwad. I look under the bed, in the closets, and in the bathtub. No Meatwad.
It finally hits me that my Meatwad is gone. I run outside in tears and start calling out for him. I am so distraught that I run next door to see if Carmen and/or Jon has seen him. Jon is home and says he hasn't seen him. He tells me he will put on his coat and help me look and that I shouldn't worry. I am reminded that Meatwad has been out a few times before and has never gone far.
"But he's never been out this long before" I wimper..
So I make sure I am sane and I start at the bushes right next to my front door.
And I walk around it, and look down under the palm plant. And there he was looking up at me.
He stared at me as if to say, "What? Did I do something wrong?"
So I scoop him up and tell Jon I found him and that I was going to throw him in a tub of water for scaring me (which I didn't do).
We went inside and I had a long talk with my kitty about why he is indoors and some cats are outdoors.
That Darn Cat.