OH NO! Not those darling ABYS! And Beautiful Gabe!


I'm glad you got them back.
That's one of my biggest fears.
When I leave the house knowing I'm on a timeline. Like going to a gig (we're both musicians) and I know I can't have one get away, we take extraordinary efforts to insure they are 'locked down'
At these times we only open the garage door when the inside door is closed. We call it the 'air-lock'
Mr. Jones' last escape was on Christmas Day. It was due to people opening the front door. Get this, I was placing a giant bow on my husband's brand new gift truck! ( I know, unbelievable, but he's only getting one, really, BTW, I drive a 95 Ford )
And out goes Mr. Jones. out into the swamp.
After months of preparation to surprise my husband, I had to make the executive decision: truck now, cat later. Very scary.
After we opened all the gifts, I said, BTW, Mr. Jones is loose. So we all went out looking for him and my mother-in-law heard him, in the brambles. He was ultimately betrayed by his love of ham, and we got him back!

Now that I let the boys out on the pool patio, they seem to have calmed down about getting away.
No escapes since then. I'm waiting for the day that Snowy figures out the door handles. Then I have to replace them all with knobs.

I'm SO glad your beauties are safe.