The Great Cat Escape
Well, almost. It was a great attempt.
While we were parked waiting for the ferry, we had let the Cat out in the bedroom and had closed the bedroom door to keep her in there. She would ride the ferry in the bedroom of the rig so she could access her litter box.
I had to quickly grab something from the rig, popped in and left the main door open and slid the bedroom door a crack. Well, faster than you can say cat, she slipped out and tried to get past me. I managed to grab her tail with my left hand (ouch – my wrist still hurts!) but she slipped through my fingers. Fortunately she ran under the table and not out the door.
I quickly ran and closed the door, chased her back into the bedroom. Bad Cat! When we got back into the trailer later in the afternoon, there was a hunk of hair I must have pulled out of her tail. I couldn’t find where it came from. When I got back into the truck, I was really shaken, hot and sweaty and covered with hair. Scared me silly that she could have escaped.
