After a lovely evening yesterday, Jess and I got home around 10:30pm. The first thing I noticed was that the living room window was open and the screen was not in it. Our roommate was sitting in the living room, so I assumed that he did that and had been keeping an eye on it.
To make a long story short, he apparently didn't know that the screen was out (what?! idiot!), and he didn't, apparently, notice that Carl had, at some point, gone out the window!
I WAS LIVID.
It's one thing to open a door for a second and have the cat bolt out, especially when he's never done it before... which is what happened the first time. But he now has a history of escaping. And to sit there for God knows how long with the screen out, the window wide open, and to not notice a kitten going out the window? He didn't even notice that he was gone until we got home and immediately checked. Thank GOD Pants was still inside.
I chewed him out big time for being so irresponsible. And I don't even feel bad about it.
So I did what I did last time... I shut Pants in the bathroom, opened the window a bit, and put the food near, hoping we'd have a repeat performance. Around 1:20am, I hear Carl's little trill, and he jumped into bed with us. Thank God. I got up to shut the window and let Pants out of the bathroom (he was NOT happy about being shut up in there).
So, luckily, this story has a happy ending.... but boy was I mad
So glad said roommate is moving out in a couple of weeks. Ha.
To make a long story short, he apparently didn't know that the screen was out (what?! idiot!), and he didn't, apparently, notice that Carl had, at some point, gone out the window!
I WAS LIVID.
It's one thing to open a door for a second and have the cat bolt out, especially when he's never done it before... which is what happened the first time. But he now has a history of escaping. And to sit there for God knows how long with the screen out, the window wide open, and to not notice a kitten going out the window? He didn't even notice that he was gone until we got home and immediately checked. Thank GOD Pants was still inside.
I chewed him out big time for being so irresponsible. And I don't even feel bad about it.
So I did what I did last time... I shut Pants in the bathroom, opened the window a bit, and put the food near, hoping we'd have a repeat performance. Around 1:20am, I hear Carl's little trill, and he jumped into bed with us. Thank God. I got up to shut the window and let Pants out of the bathroom (he was NOT happy about being shut up in there).
So, luckily, this story has a happy ending.... but boy was I mad
So glad said roommate is moving out in a couple of weeks. Ha.