Our cat Boots is not exactly the brightest creature. She frequently bumps her head, walks into walls, and shows affection like a dog (licking). She comes when she is called, she loves when Bunny thumps her on the head, pull on her tail, and occasionally, as long as she is not suffocating, lets the baby lay on top of her. She goes on walks with us! She follows/walks beside us/crosses the street if we are outside and walking.
Brian frequently reminds me I have messed with natural selection/evolution by taking her into our home.
I admit yes, but at least she goes outside to go to the bathroom. Seriously. We keep a litter box but she has only used it once in the last three months.
Yesterday morning, I let Boots outside to do her business and chase some rabbits. I promptly forgot about her because Brian and I were both in a dash to leave the house (he had to go to work, I had a chiropractor appointment). My mom and Bunny waved goodbye.
Well, fast forward to later in the day, I realize that I have not seen Boots since I let her out in the morning. This is slightly unusual because she will come in to the house to eat a few bites or take a nap.
I call for her in the house, and outside. Silence.
Around dinner time I ask Brian if he has seen Boots. He says no and tells me not to worry about it since she stayed in with us last night she was probably making up for lost time outside.
I keep thinking I hear a “mew” sound. I check the front door, back door, window. No Boots. I ask Brian if he heard the “mew” and he has no clue what I am talking about.
I think I am paranoid and losing it.
Well by 9:30PM, I make one last stab and go outside to call for Boots. No reply. I head up to shut down the computers when Brian tells me he found her.
Boots was in our closet.
He didn’t know until he walked into the room and coughed. Boots must have heard because she gave ONE. SINGLE. “MEW.”
She was locked in our closet for at least 12 hours.
It turns out my mom was helping hang up some laundry and went to our closet to grab hangers. Boots must have followed her in there and got locked in.
I cannot understand this cat. Our last cat Tiger would have clawed, scratched, howled and howled if that happened.
Boots only meowed once and every few hours.
We are still shaking our heads.
The bright side: she did not use our closet to go to the bathroom. The goofy cat actually held it until we let her outside.