You will recall that Leo was in pretty deep trouble for hauling a three-foot-long tree roach into our living room the other day. What is that saying? You are the company you keep? No, I think it’s “you are what you eat.” Well, in Leo’s case the two are about the same and both are bad news. Two nights ago he brought in a *snake.* Yes, you read that correctly. The little fiend thought he was hilarious. He was quite put out when said reptile was deposited BACK outside.
You’d think he’d learn.
Then, the next morning, after we returned from our walk, we came home to find Leo playing inside the gutters. The ones at the top of the house. The ones that have no tree limbs anywhere close to them. No, we do not know how he jumped up there, but I do know that he was more than a little reluctant when I dragged him down from the roof. I have the claw marks to prove it. And then, he wouldn’t let go of the top of the six-foot ladder so we had to wrestle for several minutes while I pried one claw free, then the other, only to have him put the other two back around the top step. Leo!!! Release the ladder at once!!!
By nightfall we were exhausted. Leo, however, was just warming up. Husband let him out at 9 for his last potty break. Twenty minutes later, Leo had disappeared. It was as if an owl had come into the yard and scooped him away without leaving a trace. I got out of bed when I saw a flashlight beaming about the backyard. Husband couldn’t find him anywhere. We searched until midnight, canvassing the neighborhood in the dark, even hiking the entire ditch behind our house. We’re lucky no one shot us as we prowled about peering into the large drain tunnels. I’ve never walked our neighborhood at night, and I would just like to know why all those people have lights on at midnight as though they might still be awake. Who has that kind of energy to stay up that late? They can’t all be looking for lost cats!!!
We went to bed at 1 a.m. only to have Leo ring the cat doorbell at three in the morning. That cat has never left the yard that we know of and he probably didn’t this time either. We suspect that after the night/day he had climbing about and slaying innocent snakes that he probably crawled into the wood pile or a secluded spot under the okra and slept happily whilst we were hiking about in the dark and cursing. Well, I might have been cursing. Husband is more reserved and dignified. Well, not when the snake was in the living room, but after that he was.
I’ve never met a happier cat. Or more of a miscreant one either.