What a heart attack! We forgot that we had left the garage door up a few inches to vent the heat from the car engines and let Ripley go out to his "room" (the garage) tonight. Richard went out to close up everything in the garage when he realized he had let Ripley out there and he was missing. Some how that big boned cat had flattened himself out enough to squeeze under the garage door. We called for him and looked all around the house but couldn't find him. Finally Richard gave up and headed to bed but I said I'd keep looking so he turned on all the flood lights and porch light for me. I looked and called (I'm sure my neighbors are thrilled since it was almost midnight) but couldn't find him. As I was heading back into the garage I turned around and said "goodnight Rip" and I saw two glowing eyes at the end of the house behind the holly bush hedge. He was petrified and it took some coaxing but he finally ran for the garage.
He was drooling like crazy but I think it was from his panic and the heat. He's a little dirty but seems okay. I hope he didn't eat any thing bad or pick up fleas. I'll be keeping an eye on the old man. That was a big adventure for a 15 year old kitty geezer. On top of that the coyotes were out howling a little bit ago. I'm so glad Ripley wasn't a midnight snack!
Oh, and by the way, I'm suffering from severe guilt. Just today I was complaining to someone that we couldn't go on vacation because of all the cats and especially Ripley because of his stress, kidney failure and potty issues.
A picture of the escape artist.
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