My dad was leaving for work and Scout bolted out the door. We will have had him for 5 years in October and he has never tried that before. Apparently there was another cat outside. One that promptly chased him into a tree.
This is at 3am. After getting home at 12:20 or so. I’m woken up by my dad yelling “Scout got outside!!!! ” I found him trying to get out of the tree because I was calling. As soon as he got down the other cat(that I never even saw) went after him again. They ran away from the house. My mom and I looked for 30 minutes or so and didn’t hear anything.
We just decided to wait until it was light. I finally went upstairs at 4:30 or so. I knew I wouldn’t sleep, so I turned on netflix and watched an episode of something mindless for 45 minutes or so. I came down stairs since it was light enough to start looking for Scout. Watson is sitting as close to the back door as possible. He found Scouty. Thank god my cat is smart enough to find home after everything.
Watson is so concerned about his brother, he loves him so much. He keeps sniffing all over and won’t let Scout get too far away. It’s the opposite with Goose. He wants to attack Scout because he smells funny.
I can’t even describe how happy I was to see him when I came down. I spent almost 3 hours crying and I burst into tears again because he showed up. Scout felt the same way. He let me flip him over and check him out and even purred the entire time. He got extra breakfast so that was fun for him. He seems fine. Tired but otherwise good. And I am so thankful for that. I really don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t turned up.
This has been a rambling post. I’m tired and just happy and relieved that my cat came home ok.