terror filled Sunday...with a happy ending
About 8:30 yesterday morning, Hunter escaped. Hubby was going out and as the "old timers" don;t try to get out anymore we have become, obviously, a little lax in paying attention to where everyone was when the door was open. It is very difficult to grab a 7month old kitten when he sees an opening....but we both tried. I think I managed to catch the tip of his tail as he went past but that was it. He went straight out the back gate and down the alley. I was a mess the whole day. He has only been insdie with us for about 2 weeks...would he remember? Would he come back? Needless to say there were a great deal of tears yesterday morning....hubby was convinced that Hunter would come back at dinnertime 'cause he was used to the schedule for a few months and that everything would be fine....ok, that means trying to keep myself occupied for about 7 hours or so until dinnertime arrives...with the help of the best, best friend in the world, I managed. Put the food out for the strays we feed about 5:30...no sign. We walked around the neighborhood carrying a dingle ball the whole time 'cause it is one of his favorite toys. No sign. Best friend had to get home to her own furrbabies so she left. About 6:45 I went out on the porch and made the silly little cat calling noises we always use to call the strays....AND IT WORKED!!!! He came flying from across the street, right up onto the porch and right to me....he wiggled a little when I grabbed him to hug him. Managed to get up, open the front door and toss him onto the futon. He looked around rather disgustingly, as if to say, "Back in the house again...." but he's back. A few times last night I woke up to him snuggling under my chin and rubbing against my face....was the longest day of my life!
