so I haven't written in a while but I thought this story was "blog worthy"
And before I begin. The cat above only LOOKS sweet and innocent.....
The story begins on a lazy Sunday. I bunker down on the couch around 4pm for a nice nap. My husband lets the cats out and I sleep. I awake around 6:30 ( good nap) and see that Chupa is in, but Penelope is not, which is unusual as I am usually chasing Chupa down when it gets dark not my sweet Penelope. So it is starting to get later and later and colder and colder and I start to freak out a bit because I am worried about my little fur baby. I annoy my husband to the point where he walks up and down the road to insure she hasn't met the cruel fate of a cars tire. He can't find her and there is no sign of her. She has done this type of thing before but usually shows up around midnight. So we went to bed.
Not being able to relax, get up every 30 or so minutes to see if she has on the porch waiting to come in. No dice. So I sleep for like and hour and then the upstairs neighbor got home and I woke up to see if she was in the hallway, still no Penelope. Now even Logan is a bit worried, so he throws on his shoes and goes out to see if he can find my kitty. He is out there for about 20 minutes and he comes in. He calls me into the living room and informs me that he has found her, but he doesn't look happy. He tells me she is locked in the neighbors shed.......WHAT?? He said he heard her distinct meow.
She somehow got into the shed across the street. So we arm ourselves with a flashlight and head over there to free the cat. Mind you it is now 2 a.m. ,and we look like 2 robbers, and there is no one home at the house and question. So we look around the shed and there is no obvious entry point. I have no Idea how she got in there. I hear her sweet little meow and the bell on her collar, I am now determined to get her out. We go back in the house and try to call the police department to see if we can get someone to cut the lock on the door, but no one is on duty in out ho-boken town so we would have to call the Sheriffs department, not a chance in hell I am calling a Sheriff to save me cat from a shed. so I go over and try to free her myself.
needless to say, after some careful searching, I found a weak spot in the shed and pulled one of the panels back. She eventually found her way to the hole and was freed! sweet freedom! she jumped into my arms and dug her claws in hanging on for dear life. I was pissed that she had gotten into this mess in the first place, but happy to have my kitty safe and sound. we went inside and I gave her some canned food, and went to bed. She joined us moment later and was cuddled up in her normal fashion.
What an ordeal. I am glad my husband understands how much I love these stupid cats.
And just in case any of Penelope's friends read this...she's grounded for a while.
