Buster gave us a fright tonite. There we were catmama and catpapa going about our tasks at work for 8 hours thinking the cats were sleeping in bed all day. When catpapa arrived from work at 6 pm (I come in at 7 pm), he had no clue what was about to happen.
He walked up to the front door (we park on the street) and heard meows. The neighborhood is crawling with feral/stray cats, but this meow was distinct. He knew it was Buster's meow. But what he couldn't fathom was how his meow was so loud.
Then coming out of the bushes in front of our house by the windows is Buster. How he got out of the house and how long he's been out no one knows, and Buster is not talking. My husband confided that his heart fell to the ground when he saw Buster coming towards him. We don't know how he got out, but we have a clue.
Buster knows how to open the screen door in the backyard so that's definitely his exit point. This experience obviously shook the poor kitty.
When I came home, my husband told me to ask Buster what he did today. The poor cat meowed his woes to me.
After dinner I stretched out in the couch watching the SF Giants game and Emma automatically jumped into my lap and snoozed. Soon after Buster followed suit. He rarely does this. I think he's traumatized by his experience of the outside world.
We got him from the shelter at 5 months old and I'm guessing he's been there since he was a baby, so he knows nothing about being outside. Poor baby. But he put us through a rollercoaster of emotions.
We are so thankful that he didn't cross the street or got run over by car. There are worse things that could happen. Thank you Ceiling Cat for looking out for Buster.
