A Narrow Escape
Max and I almost escaped last night and we got in trouble, but it wasn't our fault. I'll tell you how I know this.
Mom opened the deck sliding door about 5" for some fresh air and didn't see that the screen door wasn't closed all the way. Well, I saw my opportunity and naturally I took it. I walked out onto the deck and Max followed me. It was dark and spooky, but the fresh air smelled wonderful.
Then suddenly a light came on.
Mom was sitting across the room watching TV and when the motion detector deck light came on she looked up just in time to see my tail disappearing out the door. She sprang up (pretty spry considering her age and bad back) and ran over to the door shouting "Max, get back in this house!"
I had barely made it out the door when I heard her shouting, so I turned right around and ran back in. Mom was surprised to see George come in after me 'cause she didn't know he was out there first! So you see, it wasn't MY fault. I was only following George.
Well, it wasn't MY fault either! I wouldn't have walked out if the screen door had been closed.
Then this morning Mom told Dad he needed to have a talk with his sons about going out, but after I explained everything, even he agreed it wasn't our fault. He said it's partly Mom's fault and partly his fault 'cause the screen door is broken and he hasn't fixed it yet.
Just so everyone understands it's not OUR fault.
Note to readers: Because I'm paranoid about them getting out, this is why our cats wear ID tags, just in case. All were microchipped at their shelters except George, since they didn't do that back then.