Last nights adventure!

For most of the day yesterday was rather uneventful with just walking the dogs, going to Wal-Mart again plus finding a PetSmart for Missy's $3.00 a can food of which she eats 2 -2.5 cans a day.  With that accomplished we settled in for a quiet evening.  However, quiet it was not to be as Missy was in one of her "moods" and wanted to bark at everything.

Because it has been so hot we hoped with the evening's cooling we could turn off the air and just opened the windows.  We tried that for a while but it turned out we still needed the air plus Missy would not settle down and kept whining so Tim shut all the windows again.   As we were getting ready for bed Tim asked me if I had seen the cats?  Somewhat stunned considering our cats are totally inside cats we started looking for them.  Granted our 5th wheel is only 35 feet it didn't take long to realize that both had gotten outside as it turns out one of the screens opened with the window was opened.  So Missy's barking and crying was to tell us the cats had gotten out but did we pay her any attention; of course not.

So, Tim and I bail out with flashlights to try and find them.  We spotted Jackson aka "butterball" under the trailer next to ours.  But once Tim put the flashlight on him he freeked and took off running as fast as his little short legs and very round body would let him.  We ended up following him for a good part of the park until he finally jumped up on a retaining wall into my arms.  Poor baby, he's probably never run that much and his heart was pounding so fast it almost matched his breathing.  I think the reason he freeked so much is the fact he only has one eye, never goes out in either the dark or day time, and he just didn't know where he was.  I threw him into the trailer and then we started looking for Harpo aka '"old man."

Tim head in one direction and I grabbed Missy and went down to the river.  Thinking that Missy tried to tell us the cats were out in the first place she might be of some help finding Harpo.  She took off immediately like she really knew what she was doing.  What she didn't know is that I was barefoot and she took through every pile of small rocks she could find.

After about 10 minutes I heard Tim yell that he had found our geratic cat so Missy and I headed back to the trailer.  Of course I had to go back through the rocks so my feet were thrashed.  I was curious where Harp was and Tim replied laughing that he was under our truck and probably had been watching us running around like we had totally lost our minds.

Needless to say both cats sleep very well last night and so did we.  Note to self:  Missy is not a good tracking dog but does tell us when the cats get out so we should pay more attention to what she telling us.  I guess her $3.00 a can food is worth it.