Tortie Birthday Tuesday with Chica

My first Christmas.

Welcome back to my 21st Birthday celebration - all week. Today Mom wants me to tell the story of how I escaped, not very long after she found me. I guess I was used to being outside and wanted to get back out even tho I loved my new home.

I would try to get out when Mom and Pop opened the door but they were quick and caught me every time...unitl one day. A neighbor came by to tell Mom something just as it was getting dark. You know how some people stand in the doorway, not in and not out of the house with the door partly open? Well, that is what happened that night. I took the opportunity to go out and scooted as fast as I could out into the dark.

Being a black tortie makes me pretty hard to see at night. Mom just hollered at me to come home and took off after me in her bare feet, afraid that if she took her eyes off me for a second, she would lose me. This was a new place for me so I was stopping alot to smell the smells and listen to the new noises. Mom caught up with me in a neighbor's yard and scooped me up.

Me a few years old and still in FL

"Darn, I was just having some fun." I didn't want to go in yet so I leaped high out of her arms and was on the run again.

Mom was right on my tail running thru people's back yards not caring if they saw us or not! Mom caught me again about three houses down when I stopped to sniff a cool scent on the ground. This time I thought she was gonna squish me for sure. She was holding me so tight and telling me to stay put.

Mom seemed pretty upset so I just stayed quiet until she got back to the house. She gave me a good scolding and lecture about how I would get lost in a new place if I went out like that again.

I never tried to escape that house anymore but did get out a couple more times in our new house in another neighborhood in Florida. I always waited until we had company who were not used to cats. They didn't watch for me and I could just slip out when they went out. But this house had a chain link fence all around and that stopped me every time. I didn't know how to go over it like the neighbor cats did so I just stopped and looked at it and Mom or Pop would scoop me up and bring me back inside.

I guess Mom should have named me Houdini for trying to escape so much! I don't do that anymore - I love being inside with Mom and Pop and all the other cats. We have tasty shrimps today to nom on and feather toys to play with. Stay a bit and have fun. See ya tomorrow.  This is fun celebrating all week like this!