So, after all were settled in, Ben and Mystie were indoors, garage door is blocked, it’s time to get the Pheebs inside.
It took me forty-five minutes. I was barefoot. It was dark. She’d run from this spot, to that. Brian finally said the hell with it and came inside. I pursued. Then I’d say the hell with it and come inside. Then ten minutes later I was back outside trying to catch the little spit.
It finally go to the point where she was wearing out. She was by the pool and was laying in the cement drain area. I would pretend I wasn’t looking at her. I’d slide over to get closer to her. And she’d get up and move about three feet away from me. I’d move, she’d move. This went on for about ten minutes. Finally, I was able to get close enough to hold my fingers up to her face. She rubbed them. And eventually, I was able to get her. She protested. She squirmed, but I was able to get her inside with minimal blood loss.
It was after ten.
This morning, she’s all over me, ready to be my best buddy. Silly cat.
But this is why I want the cats in before the sun goes down.