Last night as we were rounding up the critters before bed, we couldn’t find the cat. Like most indoor-outdoor cats, sometimes she goes out in the evening and disappears. Usually she’ll come in when we call her or shake her food bowl outside, but nothing would work last night. I finally gave up and went to bed, hoping she’d find a warm place to hunker down for the night.
Vic stayed downstairs and read while waiting a bit longer for Millie to come through the door. He considered leaving the dog door up all night—it’s a panel that fits in our sliding glass door frame, but it’s never seemed all that secure so we take it out at night. Vic said he kept looking at it, thinking, “I could totally fit through that thing.” He finally decided it just wasn’t safe, and locked things up and went to bed.
During the night Millie jumped on our bed and woke us up with her purring and licking, as she often does. Turns out she had been under our bed for who-knows-how-long and ignored our calls for her. Typical cat, hm?
This evening:
Jen: “So, you think you can fit through the dog door, huh?”
Vic, way too defensively: “Yes.”
Jen: “I gotta see this.” I grab the camera because I know I’m about to witness a moment that is just too good not to photograph.
Well, he got his head in, but wasn’t even close to getting the rest of himself through that little opening. So if some criminal’s body is smaller than Vic’s head, well, then that criminal’s got a chance.
That is just hilarious! Why is it that we always "see" ourselves so much smaller than we are? :)
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