I can just see poor Fister, like in the movies where each one is as surprised as the other. That poor little girl probably shrieked scaring the bejezez out of poor Fister who was wondering why everything was different in the first place. Hopefully the upstairs neighbors weren't too upset. I'm so glad Fister made his way home though. We don't need another "Pouncer scare" here today.

I know you used to let Fister out quite often, does he not get yard privileges anymore?