A couple of weekends ago, I did something really dumb. The weather was nice outside, so to save energy, we took advantage of the cooler temperatures and opened the windows instead of using the air conditioning. Smart, right?
Well, it's not very smart when you've got a curious kitty with no claws and window screens that are torn. Our little Peanut had just mastered the art of resting on window sills, and while we were out to dinner one night, she made an innocent move and leaped up on our dining room window. Well, the screen in that window was completely ripped open - something that yours truly failed to check upon opening said window.
We came home, but Peanut was not waiting at the door to greet us as she normally does. Her food bowl was full, and she wasn't in any of her normal napping places. My heart stopped when I realized what I did, and Clark and I raced to the window simultaneously. We knew what had happened. Our little clawless friend was out in the wilderness, probably running from various predators and dodging car tires. She'd die a miserable death and we'd never see our four-legged family member again. What a horrible feeling it was, and to know that it was all my fault! I burst into tears.
I ran outside calling for her...nothing. The front yard, nothing. The backyard, nothing. How could I be so careless?!? Peanut usually comes at the sound of goodies in her food dish, so I sat out on our back porch clinking her bowls, shaking her food bag, and calling her name (oh yeah, and crying). Clark took a flashlight and began to scour the neighborhood. For an hour, I clinked those bowls and prayed, as childish as I thought it was, that God would keep Peanut safe and bring her back to us. Well, after my last prayer, I looked up and through my blurry eyes saw a familiar patch of white fur walking towards me. She came back! I didn't want to scare her off by running at her to welcome her home, but as soon as she was in my arms, you'd better believe I let her know how happy I was to see her. She only went about 20 feet from the window, but anything could have happened. It was really, really scary.
Nothing so eventful has happened for her before or since, but she is the proud owner of a new collar and nametag with my phone number on it (should she ever be so sneaky again). We're still so happy to have her here with us. Horray for family reunions! This time, we really were thrilled that curiousity did NOT kill the cat (sorry, I couldn't help it!).