Sorry for the vampy title, but it seemed appropriate.
I have a mental image of the Hubby running down the road, half dressed, at 3am this morning, trying to catch the cat. The black cat, who decided to take a stroll when he groggily let Sadie outside for an emergency trip to the potty. Mental image only, because I was blissfully asleep, unaware of the drama unfurling outside my house.
Apparently she led him a merry chase for about a half hour (at least it seemed that long to him I assume, half dressed in the winter temperatures) before allowing him to catch her.
She’s really not enjoying being a house cat, our Boo. I’m going to have to start taking her to my parent’s place for a few hours now and then, once spring arrives.