Tired of trying to get him in at night, or getting him in and he jets out when a door is opened, last night, for the very first time in years and years, all of the cats weren't in when we went to bed.
And I didn't even care.
All of the cats except DaNiece were in, I chased her in the garage cat door, then went in the laundry room door, where Spot was waiting. He dashed out.
Fine. Stay out. Which was pretty easy for me to say because he's a heavy cat and I know he wouldn't be able to do the necessary acrobatics to somehow find his way out of the yard. If it was another cat, say Charlie, I wouldn't sleep until he was in.
And because of Rocky, that cat door in the garage is completely blocked when all of the cats are in. And last night was no exception. Well, except Spot was still out.
Guess who came flying in this morning when I opened the sliding door at four? Yep, Spot. He proceded to the bedroom, got a long drink of water and got into bed next to Brian.
And I had a great night's sleep.
I'll be curious if he pulls the same thing tonight.
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