A few weeks ago, when it actually started to get a little bit warm in Utah, we were hanging out inside with windows open. Most of the windows in this house don't have screens, for one reason or another. Typically I won't leave windows open unless I'm in that room, simply because Turbo has tried to jump out of them before (yes, two stories up even). On said day, Husband called and said he was in dire need of parts for his truck and asked if I could bring them to him. Not thinking twice about the open windows, I jumped in the car and left.
Fast forward four-ish hours. We get home and it's two hours past the time I normally feed
I went inside and called for him; no response. I started searching the house and could not find him. I walked into the kitchen and noticed the open window.
I frantically searched every room in the house, praying he was somewhere to be found but nope, no kitty. At that point I was nearing hysteria. We literally live a parking lot away from Main Street, the busiest street in our cute little city. Not to mention, Turbo is not an outside kitty. I take him on walks on a leash; that's about as hardcore as he gets. I ran outside and told Husband I lost the cat, and ever-so-reassuringly, he says, "is he on Main Street?" Thanks, hun. But he grabbed a flashlight and started looking for him with me. I was in tears at this point (you would have thought someone shot my own Mother or something), running through our yard, picking up things he could be hiding under, with every second edging me closer to being fully confident he's dead or stolen.
What seemed like three hours later but was probably realistically only five minutes, I hear Husband yell, "he's over here!" I find Turbo under our neighbor's gigantic pine tree, scared as all get out, and apparently pissed at the world. I tried to grab him and pick him up, but he freaked out and hissed like a wild cat and injected all 20 claws into the flesh of my arms. I'm crying and telling my cat, "I'm so sorry!" (like he cares) and he's doing everything in his power to get away from this horrible devil woman who basically shoved him into the wild unknown (even though he chose to jump out the window).
I was literally hysterical. Honestly, you would have thought my entire family had been killed off by hoodlums while I stood watch. It was ridiculous. But now I think back on it and from the outside, it's pretty funny. Probably more funny to me since I was there, but funny nonetheless.
If you're still here, I'm proud of you for sticking it out. I'm not even sre this story has a point.
Oh yah - if you have a pet that likes to climb out windows, don't leave the windows open. Moral of the story right there, kids. And you don't even have to decipher it.
Have a good weekend!