Iain is downstairs making dinner with Guns 'n Roses blasting on the stereo, so I decided to take this opportunity to update the blog. I don't think Tama likes Axl Rose -- he's sitting in the middle of the hallway howling. Or maybe that means he likes it?
Well, Tama managed to bust through the electric fence again. It's been a few months since the last time and it's still a mystery how he does this. At 7:30am, Tama didn't appear for his breakfast. Weird. Around 3pm he'd been gone approximately 8 hours and mild panic had begun to set in. It started raining and I thought, "Good -- he'll come home now!" but he didn't. I increased my checks to every hour, walking in my raincoat through the bush behind our house shaking a bag of treats like a total idiot. By 4pm I could barely hold it together. Worst case scenarios started creeping in, including a scene from The Orphanage which makes zero sense for a cat. I realize how lame this all sounds for people with outdoor cats, or children.
Finally both Iain and I went out and started calling, and that's when I heard the faint reply of a small kitty. I turned towards the sound, and standing next to our neighbor's house was Tama. I also saw the neighbor's huge grey cat race away. The neighbor's cellar door was open, which is obviously where both cats had been hanging out all day, no doubt smoking and playing cards. I picked him up and brought him inside, where Blue sniffed him all over (then hissed) while Tama inhaled an entire bowl of cat food.
We took a trip to the pet store to pick up a new collar - we presume the one he's wearing has loosened to the point where he doesn't feel the electric shock.