Well if there may have been any doubt in our minds that we are not ready for kids, we proved that to ourselves yesterday. Not only did Mary, our Siamese mix, somehow escape the house, but we managed to leave the door open after finding her and Ayla was apparently roaming the neighborhood for a little while as well. My comment to to the hubby was, “Well, if they were children, child services probably would have taken them from us today.” After all, this is not the first time the cat has managed to escape although this was a new occurrence with Ayla.
The play-by-play
We were sitting in the living room watching some TV when Ayla barked to go outside. I had just been standing up because I was in the bathroom and I had heard a cat meowing outside. I thought it sounded a bit like Mary and listened to hear if she happened to get herself locked in our front bedroom but when I was still, the meowing stopped so I assumed it was outside and therefore couldn’t possible be Mary. So hubbers gets up to let out the dog and she apparently doesn’t want to go out. Instead, she was trying to inform us about the cat. As soon as he opened the door, Mary started meowing at him from outside the fence. So he informed me she was by the front door, I opened the door and she made a mad dash inside just before the dog managed to get to her. All is safe and back to normal, we thought.
So a few minutes later, Ayla strolls in with a pear in her mouth. I was thinking to myself this was rather strange since the pear tree is in the front yard but thought maybe hubby had gone out the gate to talk to the cat and Ayla had snagged it then somehow….or perhaps one had rolled under the fence. So she finishes the pear and a few minutes later returns with a sandal. It definitely doesn’t belong to us and we’ve never seen it before. So I start thinking that perhaps she has a weird stash of stuff in the yard or something that she’s found from the previous tenant…and perhaps she brought it in and hid it over the course of the evening. So I get up to take it from her since shoe eating is absolutely not allowed and look towards the entry hall and see the front door is standing open.
Apparently in our rush to get the cat back in and prevent the dog from eating her and trying to then calm everyone down, we had left the door open and Ayla had to capitalize on that. All we can figure is that she went into the neighbor’s yard (which already hate us but they seem to hate everyone, really, and vice versa) and stole one of their shoes which must have been on their porch. Ayla loves that yard anyway because it’s always perfectly manicured and we cringe every time she sets foot on the grass (which is certainly not often but she does sometimes go crazy on us).
Never a dull moment…
