smacky and bucky

In other news, one of our cats escaped yesterday afternoon, the generally lazy and unadventurous Buzz. I knew something was wrong the second I called "dinner!" and two dogs and one cat ran in to the room, but Buzz did not. This cat lives to eat. Long story short, I was wandering through the neighbors' yards with a flashlight (of course he did this when the Sun sets at freaking 4pm!) and calling out his name, stopping every few seconds to listen. I finally heard a little mewing sound and pointed the flashlight under the neighbors' back porch. Buzz was in the far corner, looking like he realized he had made a serious mistake sneaking out and regretted the whole affair.

He literally ran into my arms and let me carry him inside. Laura and I were on the verge of tears, after almost two hours of searching every hiding spot in the house and circling the block looking for him. I was left with a slightly sick feeling that didn't go away until I went to bed. It got into the low 20s last night, which would have been traumatic for a cat used to sleeping on a soft blanket next to the heat vent.