So the other night (after The Mom had already gone to bed), Dad let Titus out to do his stuff. When he let him back in, I ran out. Oh yeah. Sweet freedom. So Dad went out and tried to find me. But grey cat + dark and rainy night = WAHOO for me! I commenced to taking a tour of the back yard, which I had never done before. (It was pretty cool except for all the dawg dookies out there in the yard. It's totally gross! Somebody should definitely get out there with a shovel.) Dad couldn't find me so he woke up The Mom to help him look for me. The thing about that is that you do not wake up The Mom. Ever. It ain't pretty. Especially when she gets woken up because of something that will freak her out - like me being outside. So The Mom got up and ran outside. She saw a flash of white feets running across the back fence so she headed out that way. She was calling me and calling me. I called back to her and then started running toward her. She picked me up and took me back in the house and
Which leads me to today's Mancat Rule of the Day: Every once in a while, it is very manly to pretend to be lost and askeered in the back yard so that your The Mom thinks you really need her.