The Escape Artist

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Mom got up early this morning - she always shuts my door when she does. I'm still asleep and she comes in to wake me. "Wendy! Wake up! Wendy! You need to get up! That black cat of yours got out and came in when I went out for my oxygen this morning." Well, I knew who she meant because only one cat has been trying on a regular basis to escape captivity - that is Shady, who is gray. Mom is vision impaired because of macular degeneration, so she sees Shady as black. Anyway, every time someone opens the basement door, Shady bolts to go through it. I thought I had successfully prevented her escape last night when I brought the laundry up. There was no cat on the stairs with me, nor did she follow me up to the back door. So, it was a bit of a shock this morning that she was out and about! She had even knocked off the food she's allergic to (that was waiting for my daughter to take to HER baby) and had eaten that during the night. It was in the 50s here all night, so I didn't know where she had slept. But, I took her back down stairs so she could tell Chloe all about her adventures - I'm sure they were nose to nose by the time I was back upstairs. Bad cat!! About 15-20 minutes later, I'm sitting at the computer telling my friends about Shady's escape from Al-CAT-raz when I hear the basement door bang shut. Uh-oh. That can only mean one thing - someone figured out how to open the basement door! I went to investigate. Well, I found a Shady cat on the porch when I went out to look. The little escape artist has learned to open the basement door and get out!! She is so bad!! Right now, she's on the bed behind me getting as much attention from me as she can. Drooling, rubbing, licking, purring, silent meowing, chirruping. She's a happy cat. Not for long. She's going back downstairs again. I'm going to have to shut the outside doors so she can't get out if she gets opens the door again. Silly cat. Worse than a kid. A 102-yr-old kid (her age in human years)!