The Great Escape

This happened a few weeks ago and the PM is still annoyed with me.

It was the first real nice day out and those other two were allowed out with the PM as long as they hung out by the garden. They looked so happy to be out and I just got to look through the window and holler. I have to admit that the PM did try to put that horrid harness on me so I could go too but I was not having any of that business!

Everyone came back inside a few hours later and the PM opened the one window that actually can open on the main floor for me to look out and smell the nice warm breeze. She then went upstairs to put some clothes away. I smelled the breeze for a few minutes then started testing the edges of the screen for weakness. I did this very casual like, not to raise the suspicions of the wee ones who were playing on the floor beside me, knee deep in a Lego pile.

The screen proved to be nice and old, ready to pull apart under my talons!

I started digging with a vengeance, hellbent on getting out! The wee ones started yelling for the PM as I had made a small hole and was trying to stuff myself into it! The PM came flying down the stairs, just as I squeezed my rump through. I hit the ground running fast!!

The PM came after me but I kept running. I was a tad frantic, racing through the berm and the fields, crying. The PM thought it looked like I was looking for my kittens. I spotted a barn on the edge of the property and bolted for it. The PM was trying to catch up yelling at me to not go in the barn. How was I to know that it wasn't ours? The PM had to cross over the electric fence, thankful that the cows are only in that field in the Fall. She tried calling for me nicely but I sniffed around the door then slipped right in!

I snooped around for a few minutes but finding nothing of interest, I snuck out a crack in the walls. I thought I smelled something and headed towards two hills. The PM started screaming as that is where the foxes hang out. I was surrounded by some lovely exotic aromas and stopped to get a bigger whiff. The PM grabbed me when I had my nose in a pile of dirt. Darn it! I did my pinwheel legs all the way to the house but the PM held me tight.

The next day I was very frustrated! I am afraid I took it out on a very innocent victim. If you have a weak stomach look away.







I feel a little guilty now and mad at myself as the nanner had to go in the garbage as reconstructive surgery was not possible.