Damn cats

A few days ago I took my cats out as usual, knew right where they were when the hour walk was up, and they ran off while I kept trying to call them back inside for half an hour. I had to get to work so they get locked outside. That will teach them to come when called. Come home with a couple sacks of groceries with my DVD player and work bag, talking to myself the difficulty of squeezing these bags between the seat and the steering wheel. I see Precious walk by and then Frodo comes over. They race inside and dive into the canned cat food I give as a treat for coming inside, then lap up the water dish. At least I didn't have to do cat chores (litterbox, food bowl, water dish) since they were outside all day.

The next day it was a bit windy and Frodo stayed in the stairwell while Precious stayed by the back steps. Neighbor girl tells me my cats were outside yesterday. Yes, I know, they wouldn't come back in. Then she said something with her limited child volcabulary like they tried to get the cats to go into their apartment, but they wouldn't come. If they won't go inside for me, I'm sure they're not going inside for anyone else. Good thing too cause then I really would have freaked if they weren't waiting for me to come home by the steps. Even with street lights, it is dark at midnight.

The next day the came inside when called (another windy day) and wandered a little climbing trees. Then today, Frodo runs off and I can't find him anywhere. Precious helped me look for him, but refused to go inside when I finally gave up after 40 minutes. Apparently, the cat food reward for coming inside no longer works. Damn cats. I'm sure Frodo will come when he gets hungry, I'm home today. Just need to pay my rent and shop for groceries and spend the rest of the day relaxing. Post later. Bye!

PS. I took my garbage out to the dumpster and called the cats once more. I turn around and there is Precious following me to the dumpster and then Frodo howled by the opened garage door (I hate people leaving their garage doors open cause there are holes in the back where the cats can squeeze through, but no human can). I clapped my hands and whistled so he found me. They followed me to the back door, but stopped short of going in and took off. Little Buggers. So carried Precious, then Frodo into the stairwell and ran upstairs to encourage going home. They like to race me upstairs. So they gobbled their canned food and relaxing on the balcony. It is so nice today. Post later. Bye!