T Stands for Miss Adventure

 

Here she is. Miss Adventure. Looking all sweet and innocent like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. What did she do, you ask?

Miss Adventure gave me quite the scare.  I had taken a nap and when I got up, it was kitty dinner time. I got their dishes and opened up a can. Calli is usually the first to come running, but no sign of her. Quill was pacing in the kitchen and seemed a little agitated.

"Who wants supper?", I called. That usually brings her running. "Go to places." and I brought the dishes to their feeding stations. Quill followed, but he circled back to the middle of the kitchen.

I went to look for Calli in my bedroom. We had taken a nap together. I thought she might have gone under the bed or to a hidey-hole. I called and called her. No Calli.

Quill was still pacing in the kitchen. Now, I live in a dollhouse. It's not that big and two rooms are closed off  to the kitties. (the office/studio and The Eldest's room). I looked around the living room and dining room. The Eldest helped.

"Where's Calli?" I asked Quill.

"I don't know." (It was very distinct and the Eldest heard him clearly, too.)

I went to the sunroom and to my horror saw the screen door was open. Not wide open, but open enough for a kitty to pass through. Either Himself left the screen to the sunroom open, or Calli was able to open it. I have a feeling she figured out how to open it.

Mitty, the first cat we had, was expert at opening the Eldest's bedroom door. He would headbutt it a few times until the bolt would slide from the lock. 

I went outside and called her. No white kitty in sight.

Himself was nearby filling pots.

"I would have seen her if she came out."

"No, you wouldn't. Your nose is buried in the pots."

Back inside to get the treat bag.

"Who wants cookies?" That always brings her running. No Calli. Where could she be?

The Eldest went down the basement and looked through the window that looks out under the sunroom.

"I see her! She's in the corner."

My worst nightmare! The clearance from the ground to the sunroom deck is about 6 inches. I got down on hands and knees and called.

"C'mon Calli. C'mon Baby."

Eventually, I saw a little white paw, but she wouldn't come out and there wasn't enough of her showing to make a grab.

.I went inside and brought out her food dish. She poked her nose out, I made a grab at her scruff but she wriggled free.  🤬 Either she was very scared or something under the sunroom was very interesting to her and she did not want to leave.

I moved the food dish back a few inches and kept calling her. Eventually, she realized it was past supper time. She poked her head out and I pounced on her. I was able to her hold with one hand and with the other reach under her front paws and scooped her up.

I told her she was going in and she said No! But since I had a firm grip, she had no choice. Quill was very happy to have her inside. He kept sniffing at all the weird and different smells emanating from her.

I'm just lucky Quill didn't decide to follow Miss Adventure because I don't think I would have been able to wrangle the two of them.

They have lived with us for four years and this was the first time one of them made a run for the outdoors.

Himself will be heading to the hardware store to buy a hook and eye for the outside of the screen door. He'll be able to go outside and can unlock the door when he wants to go in, but Miss Adventure won't be able to pull another Houdini.

It took us a half an hour to find her and another half hour to get her out from under the deck. After all that excitement, a cup of tea to settle my nerves.

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