Don’t lock out the kitty!

I was just downstairs taking care of a small matter at 4 a.m. when I heard some scrabbling outside. I thought nothing of it, then heard some mewing and fairly pitiful mewing at that, which I assumed was coming from the living room. The thing is… our cats don’t do pitiful mewing, at least not unless I’m in the kitchen and Chairman follows me in wanting treats. And the mewing sounded very much like it was right outside the front door. Which made me think “When was the last time I saw Wes?” I concluded that “Many hours ago” was the answer. So I shut the other three in the kitchen and unlocked the front door. As soon as I opened it a crack, in darted Wes, looking decidedly sorry for himself. Poor Toothless, I’ve never seen him so keen to get in the house. He was cold and hungry (not that he isn’t always hungry) and very happy to see me.  He must have slunk out when Erin last opened the patio door around 10 p.m. and she didn’t notice him. Tut tut.