Fraidy-cat

My cat Zephyr (about my pets) got outside late last night. He’s an indoor cat, and thus has only been outside on his own a handful of times in his young life.

I got called downstairs to help corral him and bring him inside. Dad was already trying to coax him out from between the planters just outside our back door, with little success.

The hilarious part is that Zephyr was clearly none too happy with the situation. “Outside” apparently ceases to be a wonderful and fascinating place when one gets out there and finds that it’s frickin’ cold (by California standards, anyway), very dark, and full of odd noises.

I spotted him quickly because he was giving that “heeeeeeelp me!” cry that distressed young cats use. He didn’t protest at all when I leaned down slowly and picked him up, and he was practically shaking when I got him inside. Hee.

I bet y’all a dime that he makes a break for it the next time the opportunity presents itself, though. Sheesh.