Cat’s are not like dogs, in fact they are so much like well…cats. At least you can stand there and call a dog back, and have some hope of it responding. It won’t be interested in returning but at least it will acknowledge that you called it before loping off into the neighbours yard.
We should have known something was up in the Boo’s furry little brain when he started being intent on inspecting the front door every time it was open. We started small, allowing him to step into the patch of sunshine out front, carefully watching him sniff the foundation and calling him back if he ventured further then a few feet away from us.
He was toying with our minds like a cat plays with a mouse. Setting us up for his great escape. Making us think that he was perfectly happy just staying in the yard, and knowing his boundaries.
Yesterday I let him outside the front door, like I do when I sweep the porch, and then I watched as he slunk around the corner towards the neighbours house. As I hurried over towards him, he merely stuck his tail up in the air, and darted across the adjoining lawn. Then he was gone.
“BOOT’S, BOO. BOOOOOTTTSSSIIEEE.” Dang, he was gone out of sight.. That’s a $2000.00 kitty gone like a flash I thought to myself. And I love him dearly, but when I find him….agh.
[His vet bills are always so high, so we always refer to him as our expensive cat, and yes it was over $2000.00.]
Running back into the house to get the magic can of cat food, and spoon which always works as a dinner bell in the house, I searched for him in the neighbours front yard. Nothing…no black fur ball hiding out there, nothing under the vehicles. I would have to approach the neighbours houses and knock on their doors.
I was reluctant to meet them this way but…..I knocked, can of cat food held up high in one hand, empty spoon in the other, this wasn’t how I had planned on meeting them “Hi, um…I’m your neighbour, my cat is in your yard do you mind if I take a look?” The very large black dog that regularly poops in my yard tried to nose his way out the door towards me, and the neighbour looked friendly enough, but harried. “No problem, he said”
Feeling foolish I scouted through at least two back yards calling “Boooooottts come back.” I am dressed in hot pink garden clogs, black pants, and a dark brown down fill with a huge rip in the front from the last Boo escape.
No sign of him anywhere, but then a small frightened flash of black out from near the fence that surrounded our yard. There he was, finally. Intelligent enough to try and get back to his own yard, just on the wrong side of the fence.
“Oh Boo, once again you know you are never getting out right?”
He merely meows and head bumps me.
Well at least meeting the neighbours is off of my list.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
LOL! He's adorable and I completely understand the frustration. When my Kit Kat gets out of my sight, my neighbors will yell at me to get my attention and point in the direction she went. It has become a team effort.
ReplyDeleteIt's Springtime when everyone's "fancy" turns to...well you know the rest.
ReplyDeleteCharlie does not try to escape as much as he did when younger. I too have traveled a neighborhood cat food in hand. Glad he came back home! Hugs, Linda
ReplyDeleteso do you think they will be OK neighbors, maybe if you become friends they will realize the error of their pooping dogs ways.I'm glad the 2000 dollar cat wasn't that thrilled with the neighbor hood.Glad Bootsie is back.
ReplyDeleteThat was a funny way to meet your neighbors, looking back, though not at the time, since you were worried about Boots. I am glad you found this handsome fellow; I had to show his photo to my husband.
ReplyDeleteHe just wanted to get out to explore his new territory and neighbouring territory. Glad he got back safely. And a bonus was you got to meet the neighbour.
ReplyDeleteHa! One of my cats is always trying to get out, the other is terrified of the great outdoors. I'm glad you got him back. My cat who likes to get out always goes out into the back, to a completely fenced yard. So far she hasn't tried to climb the fence.
ReplyDeleteI too have a tuxedo cat, but he only has 3 legs. So he is not allowed out at all, but every so often he will make a run for the patio. I of course go out there and scoot his bottom back in the house. Not sure if he feels deprived or not, but he seems pretty content to stay in. I loved the visual you created of your stylish attire visiting the neighbor! Cute post.
ReplyDeleteYour neighbor can have no doubts about your love for your cat. I'm trying to think of what I would have said to someone showing up at my door with a can of cat food...
ReplyDeleteHaha. Great way to meet the neighbours! Have you ever tried a collar and leash on him? My sister ties hers out like a dog.
ReplyDeleteThat darn cat!!! I'm so glad you got him back!
ReplyDeleteGreat story. I'll tell it to Ike, who lives in a cat hut atop the dog hut inside the carport.
ReplyDeleteThe little dickens !! Its so funny, they must prove that they are their own boss- but let trouble come... and it is "MOM, save Me!!"
ReplyDeleteGlad he was retrieved safe and sound...
xoxo
Oh boy...what a rascal. I remember the day we thought Luna had escaped. We were convinced that we were never going to see her again. Later we discovered her new hiding spot above the clothes dryer, where she'd be watching us the whole time. She has a warped sense of humour, this one. I'm so glad Bootsie made it safely back home. I know how that feels...also the vet bills...I'm way too familiar with that, too!
ReplyDeleteWell, everyone likes to explore the new neighborhood and he just wanted to prove he could do it :)
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