Who, me? No, I've been laying here the whole time...So Callie has been trying to escape the house Shawshank-style every time the door opens. Monday, BooBerry and I opened the door briefly to look at the snow. Twenty minutes later, Boo went to look out the windows, and she yelled, "Mommy! Callie! Callie's outside!"
Stupid cat had apparently Houdinied past our legs and somehow made it to the front porch where she partied in 20-degree weather and three inches of snows until Boo noticed her. Short of electric shock, I don't know what to do to get her to realize that being a house cat DOES NOT SUCK. Not even close.
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