look what the cat dragged in

I was rather disconcerted earlier this evening when Mr. Abbie darted out the front door when it was left open but briefly. He dashed out into the street and down the sidewalk and disappeared into the night. I called and I ran down the street with an open can of tuna but all I got was a bunch of new cat friends, all of whom turned out to be very displeased when they realized that I wasn't exactly throwing a Cat Party for them. I walked back home, cat-less, tuna-less, but still smelling of albacore.

But then, a little bit after midnight, I heard a familiar sound of scratching at the front door. It must've been Abbie. I know a "let me in" scratch when I hear it; he does it enough to my bedroom door when it's closed. I figured maybe he got bored of running around, or maybe he met a big dog and the dog didn't like him, so I went down and let him in.

( And wouldn't you know... )