More specifically, “Oh, Tubby!”
He went on a walkabout the other night. He’s extremely fond of the outdoors, and thinks himself the perfect outdoor cat. He has no front claws. He’s lived inside since he was itty bitty. I have even had to help him catch a bug before. He would not survive the outdoors long. Nevertheless, he tries to sneak out whenever he can. And the other night, he was successful.
I got home late and went straight to bed, passing out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Aaron came home after me and can attest to how deeply asleep I was – he tried to wake me up and I wouldn’t budge. As he laid down to go to bed, he realized he hadn’t seen Tubby, which was unusual. So he looked for him, he called for him, and he shook his treat jar – Tubby never appeared. Since he was clearly not in the house, Aaron took his search outside.
He wasn’t in the backyard. He wasn’t in the driveway. He wasn’t even in the front yard of our house. He had made it several houses down the road before Aaron found him! Aaron said Tubby tried to be sneaky until he realized the person coming toward him was his dad. Rather than hide or come running to Aaron for joy at being found, he took his sweet time exploring the neighborhood, happy to have his “security guard” close by. Aaron promptly picked him up and brought him inside! I’m so glad we found him… I can’t imagine how I’d feel if anything happened to him while he was out there!
The next day, I bought both Frou Frou and Mr. Tubs collars that they can wear in case they ever decide to go on walkabout again. It may be time to look into getting them microchipped, too.