Just called the Boy to let him know there's a cat somewhere in our house.
She wasn't around last night, but this morning I found her in her favorite spot behind the neighbor's bushes. She knows now when I go out and walk Barnum, and I call for her, that if she gets up she'll be fed. But, being a cat, she can't just get up when I call her. She waited until after I went back in with Barnum, and when I was headed out the door (on time, naturally), there she was, waiting to be let in and fed. So I did, waited while she ate, expecting she'd leave with me. No sir. She was like "F*** you, it's cold out there!" and ran up the stairs. I imagine she's still hiding in the red room somewhere.
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