Our weather has changed dramatically in the last few days.  Gone from the
high 90s to the low 60s almost overnight.  With the wind that usually comes
with that kind of change.  And enough rain to make it foul out.

We have been trying to keep Jake in mostly because we don't want to have to
go out and find him in this mess.  And neither of us sleeps till the little
brat is inside.

Tonight I had to take the kids over to their Mom's house and was most
careful to make sure his highness didn't get out.  Now it isn't easier
'cause he is a lot younger, more determined, faster, and probably smarter
than Charlie or I.  It doesn't help that the dog has to be carried out into
the yard fairly often and Jake tries to take advantage to make his escape.

So I get home, and make sure the garage door is closed before I open the
door into the house.  After a while I see Charlie looking in closets, etc.
trying to find the cat.  No luck and you would think after 6 years we would
know his hiding places.  Of course now Charlie is thinking I let Jake out
when I came home.  He had only just fed him his evening shrimp and was sure
he hadn't opened a door since.  Still.  No cat.  And Charlie really wants to
go to bed.

Finally after twenty minutes or so, Charlie calls me to the kids room (which
is a mess as usual) and says "there he is"  I look and don't see a cat.  I
start to check in the blankets and pillows and he says no there and points
higher on the wall.  Yes, there just below the window sill is about an inch
of gray fluff.  The very still end of one Siamese tail.  Giving away Jakes
newest hiding spot between the window blind and the window.  I cannot see
how he got his "fluffy" self small enough and still enough to hide in such a
narrow space.

Jo