…yes, you read that correctly. Except I don’t know if I would exactly call it “running away”, as much as he saw his opportunity, and went for it.
I cannot even begin to describe the sheer terror I felt when I pulled up in front of my home, and saw the door open a couple of inches. I knew before I got out of my vehicle that this was going to be bad.
Benjamin was sitting on the front step, meowing. I told him to get in the house, and he ran inside and just kept meowing. I ran upstairs, and started pulling blankets off beds, calling Franklin.
I already knew. And I started crying.
My youngest left the front door open when she went to school at 8:30 in the morning. We just got new front doors a month ago. I even went out the door and pulled it shut behind me; only to turn around and see it never shut.
Now; before we defend her…there is a HUGE note on the inside of the door stating, shut the door behind you! make sure it is shut! Lock the door just to be safe! I put this up as soon as I realized the door would not shut on it’s own as we were used to.
She had a house key…and I send her a message every single morning before she leaves for school to lock up, and check the door!
Fast forward…I have 4 people prowling the neighborhood, I blew up Facebook, printed 100 pictures that my 14 year old put our number on the back, went to the Humane Society to file a lost report…
And I cried.
This day was already 58 degrees here in Michigan at 2:30 pm when I knew he got out; and getting colder.
My 11 year old who left the door opened seemed less than concerned, which burned my ass!
I found him; he had been out for about 6 hours. And the culprit said “At least you found him!” with a nervous laugh…
…and I chewed her a new asshole.
Benjamin is content, because his Franklin made it home.
The look on his face says it all 🙂
Benny has been in the habit of finding someone else’s blankets to sleep under at night. Then as soon as I get up in the morning, he comes running, meowing non-stop, needing to be petted, fed, and played with.
My cat has turned into a cheating jerk. I was told this morning I have a Honky Tonk cat. Now that made me laugh. It looks like Benjamin has got himself a new nick-name.
Hoping whatever the holiday you may be celebrating is called, that it was full of joy, smiles, and memories 🙂 Thanks for following me…I have a feeling as Mom is getting her ducks-in-order, you are likely to be seeing a lot more of my antics on here, when before she did not always have time to post.
Hmmmm, there is something for me to think about!