It is the witching hour at our home (3am) and Socks is eyeing the door with hope that I will forget that he is not supposed to go outside. As I was sitting here, I remembered what happened this morning…
Socks made a run for the door this morning as my hubby was leaving for work, and he made it out. But this morning it was about 34F out and it didnt take long for Socks to decide that he really didnt care for the cold and rain. About 20 minutes later, my daughter heard Mr Socks calling from outside, to come in. I guess he was so unhappy that he started going window to window of our apartment. She heard him when he got to the window nearest her. She let him in, he was cold and very wet, as it was pretty much a downpour all night and morning. He was quite happy to climb up into his Loft and sleep the day away, and for most of the day he didnt even try to come to the door when it opened.
But now, my favorite feline, is sitting on the back of the couch nearest the window and watching something interesting outside, all the while meowing non-stop…I hope that he gives up and goes to sleep soon.