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So yesterday- #Caturday - I let Penelope out for an outside session. Figured I’d let her have a few hours. When I went to bring her in, at dusk, she was happily chasing lightning bugs. So I let it go until full dark.
Then I couldn’t find her. She didn’t come when I called.
Then I couldn’t find her. She didn’t come when I called.
This morning, dawn-ish, she still didn’t come. I went outside around 9 and found her nestled in the soft side grass, looking like she had no clue where she was. Picked her up - she didn’t glee, but she struggled.
But then, once I got her in, she ran straight to chow at the food dish, collapsed in loud purrs and writhing purr-stretches, then jumped in my lap (only 3rd lap ever, 2nd if you don’t count the tamale-thwarted one.)
I don’t think Penelope is the smartest cat I’ve ever had. No comparison to the late Phrancyne, who as kitten used to disappear and be found wailing on the roof. (She’d figured out how to climb an old furnace flue and flip up the top screen. But couldn’t get down.)
