My husband and I were in Savannah for my birthday. I got a text from our cat-sitter (she is wonderful):
"I can't find Dexter. I've all but torn your house apart. I've been looking for 30 minutes."
What? He's gone? He never tries to bolt, and she has always been super cognizant of closing the doors anyway because Evie is out bolter. He wasn't coming for his bowl clinking together. Wasn't coming for his treats being shook.
So, where was that little ? He had somehow managed to climb on top of the fridge and get into the cabinet above there. She almost cried when she opened it up and saw him sitting there, like "What? What did I do? you're awfully loud, been hollering for 30 minutes or so..."
....what a birthday surprise!
Has anyone else's cats given them a scare before?
"I can't find Dexter. I've all but torn your house apart. I've been looking for 30 minutes."
What? He's gone? He never tries to bolt, and she has always been super cognizant of closing the doors anyway because Evie is out bolter. He wasn't coming for his bowl clinking together. Wasn't coming for his treats being shook.
So, where was that little ? He had somehow managed to climb on top of the fridge and get into the cabinet above there. She almost cried when she opened it up and saw him sitting there, like "What? What did I do? you're awfully loud, been hollering for 30 minutes or so..."
....what a birthday surprise!
Has anyone else's cats given them a scare before?