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mmegaeraI took the boys out back with me when I went outside for a little bit this afternoon. Ivan (who is by far my more adventurous cat) wandered out of sight, which he's done a number of times before, and hadn't come back when I was ready to go back in. I thought, okay, he'll be back in a bit. He's never gone far before.
But it's been three hours and it's getting dark, and I've canvassed the neighborhood, and I can't find him.
I'm sure he's okay, but I'm worried.
Dammit.
Morgan pulled this on me once -- he didn't come home till the next day. But I really wish Ivan would come home. Now.
ETA: He's home. Scratched at the door, then trotted in, tail held high, all but radiating, "wow, that was fun", drat him [g].
But it's been three hours and it's getting dark, and I've canvassed the neighborhood, and I can't find him.
I'm sure he's okay, but I'm worried.
Dammit.
Morgan pulled this on me once -- he didn't come home till the next day. But I really wish Ivan would come home. Now.
ETA: He's home. Scratched at the door, then trotted in, tail held high, all but radiating, "wow, that was fun", drat him [g].
