ROFL - and you know where laughing @ them gets you w/ cats - it's a very
blustery (high wind gusts), rainy (off and on) altogether *nasty* evening
here in - heh - our Sunshine State;
I had gone out on porch to retrieve and right the set of black iron cats
that hold the house #'s up on window ledge, as well as retrieve #'s, plus
upright several overturned plastic chairs and potted plants (as I said,
*bad* wind gusts) when suddenly front door blasted open: Maluce, the crafty
clever old gal, if left with *unclicked* door too long, will get it open
for......BT Rowdy, always eager to sneak outside and remain on the loose
till captured. I was too far away to reach him but as door blew open,
Maluce, as usual, with very little interest in the outdoors, was visible
(her retreating fuzzybutt, that is) after doing *her* mischief, as Rowdy
made his move: he got halfway out, a gust hit him w/ a few spotty rain
drops, blowing him back inside about a foot! Growling, Rowdy made for the
nearest bedroom refuge, as the hoomin slave, howling w/ laughter, slopped
through the porch puddles back into house and closing door on possible
further jailbreak attempts. He is under a bed as I type.