A family member who shall remain nameless left without shutting the door tight. Later, I found the kitchen door open. And when I looked out Buttercup was on her way in. She is a long haired butterscotch and white cat. She is basically an indoor cat and is only supposed to be outside when someone is watching. But apparently, she took matters in her own hands and opened the door and went out. It was already dark and everything is still wet from all the rain. I don't know how long she actually stayed outside, but I'm guessing not long.
Before she ended up at our house, she was adopted by my son and his wife. Apparently, she had been living with a cat hoarder in a place with like 50 cats or something. Anyway, she seems to know her way around the block and wasn't about to stay out in the cold too long.
When we realized that the door was open and that she'd been outside, we went looking for the other cat. She is still called Kitten even though she's probably seven. She's almost all black with a little white on her tummy. We checked all of her usual spots in the house and she was nowhere. Then began the search outside in the yard with no luck. Her life story is different than Buttercups. My son's wife is a teacher and one day one of the parents showed up with a tiny kitten they had gotten for a pet. They were keeping it in a shower stall and apparently after a week or so decided it was a mistake and they pushed it on my daughter in law. She was tiny. I could hold her in one hand and she is the only cat I've known since she was a kitten. She's an indoor cat too with time outside under supervision. She doesn't seem particularly streetwise and I don't think she even knows how to hunt.
She seemed to have decided I belonged to her even before she moved in with us. She always jumped in my lap when I visited. Her favorite pose is with her head on my shoulder like you'd hold a baby.
We kept looking for her outside, checking all her usual haunts, but nothing. Finally we went inside, hoping she would return on her own. Not that we would feel calm until she did.
My husband went to sit in his recliner and then out of no where like she was working for David Copperfield, she Kitten jumped in his lap. Was she hiding in Jakey's toys spread all over the den? Or had she gone into a closet, probably doing a kitty laugh at us rushing around looking for her.
It's not the first time she has pulled a number like that. When she was so small I could hold her in one hand, we were given the task of taking care of her while my son and his wife went to Hawaii. We would go to their place daily, feed, water and play with the two cats. Except one time we couldn't find Kitten. We looked everywhere. My husband went out in the alley calling her name, having to go past a bunch of teenagers. Meanwhile I looked inside sure she was nowhere to be found. And then she came out from under the couch and stretched as if nothing was wrong. I can only imagine what those teens thought about my husband wandering around the alley calling "Here kitty, kitty."
At least now I can relax. There was no way I could stop worrying until I knew she was okay. There are owls flying around and a few days ago we had three raccoons playing in our yard. The night belongs to them now that all cats are inside and accounted for.