I think it partly has to do with the fact that it is spring. And how everyone wants to play outside.
Calico Kitty has become an Expert escape artist. White Fluffy Kitty used to be the Queen of this gift but has apparently passed the scepter.
This morning we were not greeted by anyone. No sweet rubs around the ankle, no good morning nuzzle, no howling of hunger.
The situation was highly surprising as we slept in quite late after staying up watching movies late last night. The common occurrence is for the meowing to commence as soon as our feet hit the floor. Something obviously wasn't quite right in kitty land.
We stumbled downstairs to feed them and make ourselves coffee when I realize that there is a kitty missing. Hmm.
"I think there is a kitty missing," I say.
We look in every room, behind every door but no sweet kitty face appears. The last resort is to look outside. How could she possibly get outside? Besides, it's yucky and rainy and has been thundering all night.
I'll check just in case. I poke my head out onto the back porch in case she got stuck out there when I hear the cries. Sad, plaintive cries. Wet, terrified cries. I had to call several times before I could coax her out from under the car.
Dirty, wet, and scared to death, she gets carried shaking into the house.
She gets a bath and a blow dry and brush down but she's still going to be licking herself dry for hours. My poor, sweet girl has had a terrifying outdoor adventure and I am wracked with guilt over being such a bad kitty mommy to have let her go through it.
Kitty is going to get extra treats and snuggles today. Maybe even a bit of tuna.