On my return in the evening, I was noticing that our new cat "Margaret" (called alternately Margie, Madge, Marjorie and Large Marge courtesy Peewee Herman) was looking a little wild in the eye so I offered her the choice to go outside. She took it.
Our other cat Bella was already outside. When I opened the door a couple hours later, there sat Marjorie on the front stoop, Amanda dog by her side. They both sauntered in.
Bella was nowhere to be seen. I went back an hour later and called. And another hour later...Bella always comes in, but not this night.
I wondered where she was, figured it may be her wild night and went to bed. When I got the paper in the morn I expected to see a cat right at the door... but Bella was not to be seen. I was getting worried. I did regular morning stuff --took Wilder to school, stopped for tea, scones, and drove back home. As I got out of my car I noticed the chickens had not been let out of their house by Wilder that morning and they sounded pissed. Usually when they are cranky birds I talk to them and they calm right down. But they were in a state and as I walked around the house to let them out they were really lecturing me.
I unlocked the door and lifted the flap... and out shot a small black cat, Bella. She had just spent 14 hours in a coop with five birds. I hope she got that mouse!
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| Pic: A Welsummer and a Golden Laced Wyandotte on my porch surveying the insect population. |
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