The furry wench (aka CAT) went AWOL this evening. She disappeared around 5:30 p.m. Mike and I searched the block and one additional block in all directions, alerting neighbors and strangers alike that the cat was on the loose. Nada. Around 8:30, the furry wench banged on the door, demanding to be let in. She was muddy, limping, and completely unapologetic. I suspect she got cornered by another critter, or she stumbled into a storm drain.
Last night, she deliberately went outside in the rain (during the “severe thunderstorm”), fighting a strong headwind as if nothing was amiss. Until it blew her over. Then she decided to lounge in a puddle on the porch.
Nope. Nothing wrong with my cat. No siree. (She’s mad. Mad, I say!)