Don't Ask, Don't Tell (Volume 7)

Scary Saturday in our house last week. Thought Adidas was dead. She is eight years old, an indoor cat with no front claws and has never left our house. Nate was talking to me in bed and telling me he hadn't seen the cat since earlier that afternoon. Then he remembered that one of the kids left a door open in our sunroom... then slammed it. Poor Adidas spent her first night out in the WILD WILD neighborhood. The next day, we went out to hang up missing cat posters and I saw a shadow under our neighbor's car from a distance. Came closer and upon inspection, discovered Adidas! The kids were screaming, they were so happy. Sammy was the most concerned about Adidas, the girls didn't care too much.

We got Nate outside and he pulled her out - our HERO!

Back to normal 10 minutes later. She has been so affectionate since it happened. She is sleeping with Ree and laying on the changing table with Elle and sleeping in Sambo's diaper basket.... and of course next to Nate's head every morning and night. What a good cat.