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OK, so one of the Big Cats (probably D'Artagnan, I suspect) wanted outside while I was busy doing something besides catering to cats.
D'Artagnan is a BIG boy, 12+ lbs of solid muscle and when he decides he wants something, he usually gets it. This time he wanted OUT. NOW. The window was open a crack, so D'Artagnan muscled it open big enough for EVERYBODY to get through.
I come out and see this open window (Riktor has long since punched the screen out of it, so it's basically a Cat Portal/Security checkpoint more than anything else.
HOLY FARKING SHIT...WHERE'S RAVEN? Little girl is just over five months old and got spayed last Friday (11/11/11/). She's learning to handle herself outdoors, but she's NOT supposed to be out without a human escort!
Run out the door (and it's COLD, lemme tellya). "RAVEN!" Look and listen..."RAVEN!" Thank god..."MEEYAAAH!" "Where are you, baby? RAVEN!" "MEEEEYAAAH!"
We end up basically playing a game of Marco-Polo...she'd gone across the street, gotten 'lost'...and was homing in on the sound of my voice.
Oh but she was pleased with herself when she came trotting up, her fur fluffed against the cold! She didn't want to come inside, the little rat...had to distract her with something dangly then SWOOP down and capture her.
FSM and Bubastis help me...I have a teenager on my hands. :yoiks:
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