That Tigger was smart enough to figure out how to get out of his cat carrier while I was in the bathroom, but not smart enough to run far, far away and hide under the bed; instead he stood right next to the carrier and investigated it thoroughly, thus allowing me to easily stick him right back inside and take him to the vet anyway.
That is a cat after my heart. Giddy with the taste of freedom and just not able to deal with all the possibilities. I hope the vet went well!
Oh no, our cat would be loooong gone if she ever got out. Although, I could totally see her doing that. 😛
tee hee how cute!
Here by way of Brian’s blog.
HOW did your cat get out of his carrier? This I would like to know. He must be very dextrous. LOL.
Both he and I learned lessons from this: I, too make sure the door is SECURELY latched, and he, to RUN RUN RUN away the next time the carrier appears!