This weekend we had a barbecue... our first this year. It was a cold blustery evening but we tried our best. We lit the fire in the bbq, lit the fire in our new chiminea (in a desperate plea for HEAT) and braced ourselves against the heavy winds.
Then disaster happened. The cat escaped. I had shut him in a bedroom but he is heavier than our last cat (who could be contained in this fashion) so opened the door and ran away. He disappeared and despite calling, trailing the neighbourhood and getting a mob of local kids on the case we couldn't find him.
Unsure what to do we cooked some meat between half-hourly sessions of calling 'DIXIE!' around the garden.
Just as we were really becoming concerned, he nonchalantly sauntered out of the redcurrant bush directly behind us. As if he had never been away!
Cheeky boy. I think we're gonna have fun with this young man!!
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Dixie, you bad boy! Scaring your mama like that... naughty, naughty!!!
And now he's pretending he's done nothing wrong. And we have to reward his return by giving him attention and food... grr..
Got yah! mum..
ah the adventures of owning a pet...
Please come by on Tuesday, you have been tagged.
That's scary, but what a cool guy to strut on back like nothing was unusual.
I've been through that a million times! You worry and your heart is in your throat...the whole time they could be right nearby and just not feel like responding. They sure are different than dogs! I'm so glad he came back!
...and probably watched you all the time ! Cats only hear when they want to most of the time they are deaf, at least mine are !
Phew, that was a close one! Glad you got him back!
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