Hi Dunzi here

Last night Meowmie she goin' shop, sometime when she go shop she bring back nice things for us but she just gonna get some beer (I sniffed beer once when I was little an' it smelt nice but she took it away 'fore I could taste it).

So she comes back an' time for my game 'cos when she opens the door then I goes flyin' out an' up the stairs so she comes an' gets me an' skritchies me an' calls me her "dirty little stop out" whatever that is but it makes her laugh an' is good when Hoomins are happy 'cos if they sad, maybe they forget to feed us.

An' as sometimes happens 'cos I am quick an' small, Meowmie does not see me an' shuts the door then I run back an' after a bit she lets me in only... Tonight this does not happen! 'Cos I likes to sleep on my box in the Hoomin sleepin' room they is used to not seein' me perhaps she thinks I am in.

I hears Meowmie goin' to the box of treasure wot keeps things cold an' sometimes has ham in it an' gooshy food an' I hear her talkin' to Paw an' I can hear the noisy box maybe she keepin' me waitin' to teach me a lesson. Humphhh! Two can play that game after all I is Out an' I can go to that window an' sniff the Big Out!

I like smell of Big Out, it smell fun an' different from inside but I always remember my first meowmie tellin' me and my sisfur and brofurs (An' Sarsi but she did not listen 'cos she has attention span of small flyin' things) Big Out not nice. There's a thing called rain an' it gets you wet, which don't sound nice an' sometimes cold dunno what cold is but it don't sound nice. Also food ain't regular.

I gets bored of sniffin' Big Out an' I goes to Esther's, nice lady Hoomin wot lives upstairs, she has no owners I wonder why she get up in mornin'? Cats were put here by Mothership to keep Hoomin's busy waitin' on 'em so they would have sumthing to do. Still she good for skritchies an' sometimes she gimme ham!

Anyway she have this bit outside her door wot has all boxes an' things an' normally I don't get to have a good sniff so I thought I'd do that an' it was interesting but I was gettin' tired an' thinkin' bout my own little box in the Hoomin's sleepin' room so I go back to the door an' listen.

Noisy box still on but no talkin' Meowmie maybe sleepin' perhaps Paw sleepin' on wheely thing wot he came back on after he was gone so long. I tries a little meep but gets no answer an' I is a bit tired so I goes back to the boxes an finds me a little corner for a little nap. If they works out I is missin' they won't be able to find me an' I can watch Meowmie go mad like she did when I did get into Big Out an' was sittin' on the wooden floor below the window, this will teach her a lesson.

Um... uh... yawn... stretch ... it's a lot later now and I am thinkin' I should teach them a lesson an' really go to Big Out!

Maybe first Meowmie was wrong. Maybe it okay maybe I be boss cat an' not Sarsi. Who knows? I might meet someone, it's hard to unnerstand but since I bin spaded I could be good catch for boy cat wantin' lovin' an' no family to tie him down!

I got two problems...

How I get to Big Out? The window where I smell it from bit small an' I can see it long way down even if I could get up there an' get through the gap.

Second an' more pressin' I needs box....there gotta be boxes in the Big Out 'cos where else can a cat do what a cat gotta do? But I not know where them boxes are an' at moment is crossin' my legs!

An' maybe Big Out ain't all I hopin'- First Meowmie didn't like it an' she was wise an' she had been in the Big Out an' she was glad for the nice lady wot threw her some food an' had the place with no heatin' - disgraceful I call it! - where she could have us kitties (No-one told me the mechanics of it! Thinkin' bout it, maybe boy cats don't give you flowers an' things like when Hoomins are courtin' on the noisy box- not that my slaves do flowery stuff).

So I decide I gotta get back in, I go to door an' I hear noisy box has gone quiet an' I hear Paw an' sudden I is all worried. Maybe Meowmie wanted me to go to Big Out. Maybe I been bad cat...you see they don't understand bout savin' them from bad greeblin's in TP then again I not attacked TP for ages 'cos greeblin's tells over greeblin's I is in the house (always leave one to warn the others I say). Perhaps I ain't been cute enough... Ise always done my best but maybe I ain't been doin' enough cute looks... maybe they don't want me no more and I gonna have to go to Big Out!

Paw is talkin' to Meowmie so I start to meep. I gotta little voice wish I had a louder one but what I lose in noise I can make up for in bulk so I is goin' meep-meep-meep-meep fast as I can

I can hear Sarsi an' she is snickerin' she thinks this funny! I promise if I gets in I'll... ignore her... Wouldn't do to come in an' beat her up when I worries I ain't bin cute enough of late.

Paw is sayin' he can hear a cat. I meep faster an' as loud as I can. Then I hear Meowmie sayin' she is sure I am here somewhere... well yeah I is somewhere I is other side of door! An' I hear her get up sayin' I must be somewhere inside but I is somewhere outside... give 'em opposable thumbs an' they thinks they is clever! (The thumbs is why we keeps 'em as pets, they opens tins of food with 'em). But I can smell Meowmie gettin' near she gonna open door but she better open it fast or there will be big puddle out here!

YES!!!

I bolt past the Hoomins an' gets to the box just in time then I gets to my sleepin' box an' I sleeps.

Not doin' that ever again or for a few days whatever comes first!

Dunzi

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(Note from Meowmie: I didn't see she'd got out and she does hide in the bedroom so it's not unusual to not see her all evening. Normally I would have made sure she was in before I went to bed but I've had some bug over the last week thus did not so much fall asleep as lapse into a coma before I hit the pillow.

Sarsi wasn't laughing at her. She was standing by the door giving us some worried looks which first made us think perhaps she had got out rather than being in the flat

In total she was outside for 7½ hours and we hope she won't do it again, which is a pretty forlorn hope on our part! )

Copyright © Lesley Madigan
July 9, 2007