Jean Claude, the black male Bombay, returned home last night after a 24-hour adventure. Still puzzled to how he got out the house, perhaps as I was hanging a Christmas wreath on the back door. However he got out and what he did during his day-long dissapearance remains a mystery. CCL and I spent hours yesterday looking for him in the back alley behind my house. As JC is a house cat he doesn’t tend to travel far. I also expressed angst to any and all who would listen despite assurances from CCL the little bad a@* would return. I remained unconvinced as I had put food out for the little bugger and it had not been eaten. Bombays, as cat lovers know, love food. I decided to go to bed but just before midnight I jumped out of bed almost knocking Roxie, the Japanese bobtail, out of her slumber and went downstairs and noticed the spotlight on my garage flickering off and on. I knew. I opened the back porch door and let Jean Claude inside and he went straight for his food bowl and then to his favorite chair for a nap. Typical male.
Oh Jean Claude