Tim got out today during an open house. I don’t know how. Our agent knows that the cats don’t go outside & Tim usually hides far away from prying eyes when there are strangers in the house (defined by him as pretty much anyone but the girls & P & me. Only the girls can approach him, he flees from an approach from anyone else. I’ve worked up to picking him up when he’s super content and happy — and that lasts for an awkward five seconds or so before he’s had more than enough (and he frequently won’t come snuggle the rest of the night when I pull that trick). Our little green garden fence that I put up to keep the girls & their friends from tromping through the garden had a cat flee through it but the agent thought it was the neighbor’s cat. What cat in their right mind would flee through that & over our porch, carrying a little green garden fence 12 feet or more? That’s right. No cat in its right mind. A totally freaked out cat on the other hand…
Hopefully our timid big guy will find some intestinal fortitude in the near future (like tomorrow at breakfast) and come running to the sound of a little girl’s or little girls’ voice/s trying to make kitty food noises. On the upside, of all the cats we’ve had, he’s probably the most competent at getting by outside. He’s likely a good hunter having been feral until he & his litter were trapped (though terribly out of practice other than play, but he’s a fierce feather catcher). He’s not likely to approach humans or allow them to approach him so it’s not so likely he’ll be mooching & working the neighbors. Unless he’s trying them on for size…
Bleah. Not a good way to end what was more or less a very nice weekend. Really puts a damper on things.
TimTheCat airing out teh harbls.
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