This week has been a fearful one... OK, more of the escape kind, OK, BOTH!!!!... A few nights ago, Nik and Fog got out. Nik returned, but I didn't know Fog got out. I searched the house high and low, no luck. I was frantic. Low and behold, he saunters up to the front door unaware I was at wits end in fear. I grabbed him and bawled so hard... He didn't wiggle much with the death grip I had on him.
Tonight, again, Nik got out. I looked and looked. I called and called... only after I shook the food storage bin did he come in.... Damn cats!!!!!
After Nac, I do not let the kids run out. I don't ever want that to happen again!!!
