About a week and a half ago, Ozzie embarked on a two-day outdoor odyssey.
It all started on a Saturday morning. I was making waffles. Naturally -- because I possess little to no cooking skill -- I burned the first waffle. Jack had just gone down for a nap, and I was sure the smoke alarm would sound and wake him up. So, I opened the back door to air out the kitchen and... whoops! A collar-less Ozzie escaped.
I think he had been planning the jail-break for months.
Peter and I were horrified. Our friends Katie and John were visiting, and, unfortunately, they witnessed the crazy first-hand. It was a dark time, indeed:-). Peter and I tried everything we could think of to track Ozzie down... we even cooked tuna in a crock pot on our back porch in an effort to lure him home. Peter seriously considered camping outside one night.
On Monday evening, I got a call from a neighbor who informed me that Ozzie was LOUNGING in their back yard. While we were talking, he said: "Oh wait! He's moving... no, never mind, he's just stretching." Suffice it to say that Ozzie hardly minded his little hiatus.
I snapped the photo above they day after he returned. He's laying on the "LOST CAT!" posters I frantically hung on every lamp post in our neighborhood (and later had to retrieve).
He is such a turd...
But we're glad he's home.
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