So, earlier yesterday we had our twice-yearly birdy-stuck-in-the-chimney (it’s a vestigial chimney that terminates in the laundry room, left over from when the house reasonably had two wood-burning stoves). T. got the bird out, but Merit caught it mid-air.
And then the boys surprised her, and she lost it, and eventually T. got the bird outside.
I have to think this was on her mind when she very uncharacteristically darted outside while Ri & I were getting ready for our walk.
The problem is, Merit’s a skittish kitty, and once she darted… well, usually, I can get around her and spook her back /into/ the house.
Not this time. She ended up in the hedgerow, I lost sight of her…
T. spent hours out there, calling her, talking to her, but she was too far freaked. When he came in, after dark, Rion went out and did the same.
(I am very lucky I live with people who can sit calmly for periods of time. I… can’t. <.<)
It was nearly 11 when Ri coaxed a none-the-worse-for-wear Merit back inside, and hugs were had all around.
But I shall be a bit more careful with the door for a while now.
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