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Suri is, and has always -- at least while she was with me, and I'm fairly sure before that too but don't know for sure -- been, an inside cat. It's safer, it's easier, it's better for her, and she generally seemed happy with it. I had her microchipped but didn't do a collar (or, therefore, collar tags), because she wasn't going anywhere anyway, and didn't obsess about flea treatments, etc.
Pre-Yahtzee, everything was pretty much ideal, and she enjoyed the Kitty TV of backyard squirrels and birds outside without ever seeming to want to join them.
Post Yahtzee, she grokked that there was actually an outside, and would sit behind the sliding glass door pouting the unfairness of life, that the dog was allowed out and she wasn't, but still seemed to accept it.
Until this week.
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She got out two days in a row -- Monday and also Tuesday. I didn't see it happen, but I strongly suspect that my morning PA (who is, mostly but not entirely unrelatedly, going to be replaced soon) had the back door open while doing cleaning stuff, and either didn't notice her going out or assumed she was allowed. Both times she showed up within a fairly short time standing outside the back door and staring to be let in.
Today, she apparently tried to sneak out when my roommate was letting Yahtzee out to do his morning thing, but my roommate blocked her.
And then.
Well.
I have no idea.
What I do know is this: I didn't see her all day. This is mildly unusual but not alarmingly so; she likes to find out of the way places to hide, because cat. I figured she was somewhere and would turn up eventually.
Technically, she did.
...she showed up in the arms of a very nice sort-of-neighbor who had found her, taken her to the clinic where they scanned her microchip, and brought her back to me.
...
...dammit, cat >.<
She is to all appearances safe, unharmed by her adventures, and seemingly quite content to be back home. And I have given her All The Cuddles.
Which isn't the only thing she's going to get out of this.
(*cough*collar*cough*)
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Suri had this to say:
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WWZ
Pre-Yahtzee, everything was pretty much ideal, and she enjoyed the Kitty TV of backyard squirrels and birds outside without ever seeming to want to join them.
Post Yahtzee, she grokked that there was actually an outside, and would sit behind the sliding glass door pouting the unfairness of life, that the dog was allowed out and she wasn't, but still seemed to accept it.
Until this week.
#
She got out two days in a row -- Monday and also Tuesday. I didn't see it happen, but I strongly suspect that my morning PA (who is, mostly but not entirely unrelatedly, going to be replaced soon) had the back door open while doing cleaning stuff, and either didn't notice her going out or assumed she was allowed. Both times she showed up within a fairly short time standing outside the back door and staring to be let in.
Today, she apparently tried to sneak out when my roommate was letting Yahtzee out to do his morning thing, but my roommate blocked her.
And then.
Well.
I have no idea.
What I do know is this: I didn't see her all day. This is mildly unusual but not alarmingly so; she likes to find out of the way places to hide, because cat. I figured she was somewhere and would turn up eventually.
Technically, she did.
...she showed up in the arms of a very nice sort-of-neighbor who had found her, taken her to the clinic where they scanned her microchip, and brought her back to me.
...
...dammit, cat >.<
She is to all appearances safe, unharmed by her adventures, and seemingly quite content to be back home. And I have given her All The Cuddles.
Which isn't the only thing she's going to get out of this.
(*cough*collar*cough*)
#
Suri had this to say:
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WWZ