My baby, the scardy cat that don't like to go outside at all and has a small (major) fear of open spaces, he got out accidentally when we was getting groceries into the house and the poor baby was out there for hour (6+) at -15 Fahrenheit.
I was scared my brother's big tomcat (twice Harry's size) had beat him up, and me and mom kept searching the house and looking outside and calling him, but when I finally heard a plaintive meow I knew was him around 1:30 a.m. he was cold and shaken but unhurt. The poor baby. Took him a long time to kickstart that purr of his back into action, but he's happy and warm and curled up near my treadmill on a carpet now.
Friday, March 16, 2007
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