Monday night I was enjoying a "lazy night" with my husband after I put Joseph to bed. He had picked up some Subway for dinner and we were talking and getting things ready for the move. It was about eleven when we realized we hadn't seen Charlie for the past three or four hours.
Actually, I'm surprised we hadn't noticed this earlier. You see, Charlie is what is known as a "vocal" cat. That's putting it nicely. If you talk to him, he will meow a reply. If he feels we're paying too much attention to the baby, he will make his feelings known. And, if he sees something (or someone) outside on what he deems is his property, he will sound the alarm.
And so, realizing that it had been abnormally quiet, we searched the apartment. He was not under our bed, or under the crib- and he hadn't found his way into any of the closets or gotten stuck in the dresser. After about forty-five minutes of searching, I heard a muffled meow, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. Finally, in a last ditch effort, my husband suggested that we look outside. Lo and behold, when I opened the front door, Charlie was there, wailing. His left ear had been blackened and his back was wet.
We still can't figure out where he was or how he escaped outside. Charlie is an indoor cat because he has been declawed. Occasionally, I'll let him out on the patio (we live in a second story apartment) and he will sun himself or bask in the breeze before coming inside. Our theory is that he probably was shut outside on the patio and we couldn't hear him, and so he made a giant leap and then walked around the complex back up to our apartment.
Or, perhaps he has secret MacGyver skills that we don't know about. I guess we'll never know!
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