Those who followed me here from ye olde blogge may have seen the photo of the adorable but unknown cat in the catnip pot. He came back today. He fled the yard as the dogs came out the back door. The cat left via the over the top of the fence route - and Murphy ran to a weak spot in the fence and busted out by wiggling his ass through a very small gap, and went to chase him down.
Girlchild spent the next 20 minutes searching for him. She found the offending cat, who was very talkative and followed her, meowing the story of his life and how he wanted to visit that lovely pot of catnip and that dog came after him and he left the yard and that DOG CHASED HIM! and it was very awful and could he please have some catnip? But Murphy was nowhere in sight.
I was at work while this was going on.
After much calling and looking, Girl spotted Murphy up the street, on the way to the Busy Road, happily sniffing and peeing on mailboxes and taking his sweet time. Murphy knows every inch of these streets, he has lived here all of his life, and he is supremely confident that Everybody Loves Murphy and no harm could ever befall him, and oblivious to the reality that he is way smaller than a possum and not a hell of a lot bigger than a squirrel, from a driver's perspective, and they get hit by cars all the damn time. So Girl was freaking because Murphy lives in that little bubble of self-confidence that does not look for cars.
Fortunately we are on a very quiet street. She went to get him, called him, and he ran to her happy as hell - "Damn, this was FUN!"
We have blocked the weak spot in the fence. I'm thinking a good hurricane season and it'll be time for a new fence. And until then I will have to stand over them when they are in the yard.
Murphy is SIX years old! He never showed any inclination at all to wander in his entire life. The cat in the yard was just too much, he had to protect the homestead and Follow That Cat!