the kitten chronicles - part 179

This weekend the Casa Big Cat was subject to a home invasion. Wait, before you have visions of the Big Cat duct-taped to a chair let me say it was a home invasion of the furry kind - and entirely my fault. Yesterday I went out in the bitter April conditions to do a couple of quick errands. When I got back I was greeted by the terrifying sight of Rooney standing under a bush outside in the rain. This threw me into a blind panic - how did he get outside? did he sneak past me as I was heading out the door? Unlikely. Then I saw the front door wide open. Oh no! I must not have closed it all the way and the gale force wind blew it open. Rooney looked scared out of his mind. I called him and he ran back onto the porch and inside the house. He stood on the front mat with a look that said, "wait until you see what else has happened." I was worried that Rufus might be outside, too so I called inside the house to him. I heard a meow in response. And then I entered the living room. To my surprise there were 3 cats in there. My boys with their backed arched, all puffed up in defensive mode. And a big fluffy black cat with a blue collar. I asked him what he was doing in our house. He meowed in a deep voice (probably just showing off in front of the 2 terrified boys). So I scooped him up and tossed him out the front door into the rain. The boys looked at me like, "Thank God!" Then they spent the rest of the afternoon peering through the mail slot in the front door to see if he was still out there. xxx dad