No, you're not a bad mom! He probably got a kick out of being outside.

About two months after I adopted Don Juan (he was about a year and a half old), my boyfriend* went out to work before I did. I headed out to the living room and heard the loudest, most anxious meows! Don Juan had slipped out the door and was struggling to get back in. (He lacks opposable thumbs, and can't work doorknobs.) AND he was getting dive-bombed by a mockingbird. My boyfriend hadn't bothered to catch him and put him back inside.

* IMPORTANT NOTE: He is not my boyfriend anymore.

Liz