One cat, really. And by "on the lam" I mean "immobilized and shaking with fear." Crafty Green Poet--see comments, below--reminds me that our little tuxedo cat, Jake (who is, I should note, a vampire), managed to work a corner of a screen up and take a tumble outside. From what we can reconstruct--thank you, CSI--he huddled directly up against the house, ignoring bunnies and being ignored by raccoons. When we came home, we heard his tiny, pitiful cries but couldn't place them for entire minutes at a time. . . until we saw the freed bit of screen. D surged out the door to the rescue.
It's a silly story, but it's ours and we like it.
In other news, men and women talk about the same amount, arctic ponds are evaporating, people still prefer four tons of metal to ensuring the planet for their children, and a rash of mindless AC and popcorn movies are out. Stop lounging, damn you, and get busy.
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