Echo’s bogus journey

It’s a nice, cloudy 70-degree day in Austin with a cool wind. Since Echo was being a pest, I decided to give her some “supervised” time in the back yard while I raked. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize there are a couple of cat-sized gaps at the back of the fence, and she escaped into our neighbors’ yards.

Update.  Here’s a photo:

After discovering she was gone, I called and called after her, and even got a little worried. One of our neighbors has a pretty big dog in the back yard, but he seemed to be sleeping. I figured she wouldn’t stray far, given her always-cautious exploration method, and that if I kept calling occasionally, she’d hear me and head back eventually. Sure enough, after about 20 minutes she popped up over near the utility box in response to my call, and I went over to grab her.

That’s when I noticed something was amiss. She was ultra-skittish, and her meow had an unusual tenor. As she made her own way back into the house, the source of her horror became apparent. She was all wet. Not I-walked-through-a-puddle wet. Not I-got-attacked-by-a-sprinkler wet. No, this was more of a I-literally-fell-into-a-swimming-pool wet. One of our close-by neighbors does have a pool in their back yard, and it’s plausible that this may have happened, although I can’t imagine what sequence of errors would cause her to end up in a pool.

She seems fine. I toweled her off a bit and then she spent about an hour licking herself dry. I think she’s happy to be inside and she isn’t even really going near the windows yet.

Maybe this’ll teach her not to leave the yard. Right.

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