The Roy Chronicles ...

So I was letting Panda for her late night pee, and Dufus shot out the door again. . . a habit she has picked up since the weather cooled a bit at night. Usually after a few minutes I can turn on the porch light and she trots right up to the door and back inside. So last night I decided to get ready for bed and then let her back in just before retiring. After a few minutes I followed the above routine, but no Dufus. I stepped outside, in my jammies and under the spotlight of the porch, to call for her, when I heard the click of the latch and realized I had pulled the door closed behind me.

Oh, S%#&! I had turned the lock preparatory to letting the cat in and immediately closing the door. Not this time!!

Even though Paul was sound asleep, I figured I could just ring the doorbell a couple of times and Panda would alert him that someone was at the door. I knew he would be annoyed at having to come let me in, but hey, I've done the same for him on several occasions. I kept laying down on the doorbell, then knocked heavily on the glass several times. Every cat skittered up the hall (except Dufus!), but Panda never did show up. After about 10 minutes I decided to "break in" to the deck and gain access through Rob's room, just praying that, for once, that door was not locked. I found a small tool I could push through the screen to unlock the screen door, then went padding around the side of the house in my jammies and slippers. As I neared the gate to the courtyard I saw that stupid Dufus perched awkwardly on the fence ... rotten cat! I was able to get onto the deck and, thank goodness, the door was unlocked!!

Had this not happened I would have nodded off to sleep five minutes after my head hit the old goosie. After all this, it was 1:30 ... next time, Dufus gets to spend the night outside.