This morning as I was getting ready to shower I heard a noise coming out of the master bedroom.   It sounded like someone was trying to get in.  Knowing that was unlikely on the second floor I went to investigate and found Twister the Cat halfway out the hole in the screen onto the deck.

I should just let her go.  Let the coyotes figure out what to do with her.  Of course I am not that evil.  Yet.

Upon closer inspection of the hole, it appears that Twisty has been working on it for awhile.  Like the prisoner who works on the tunnel millimeter by millimeter for years until he is finally able to escape, Twisty has NOT been just lolling in the sunshine, except when we come into the room.  She does a nice impression of  a cat just waking up and clearly when she hears us coming she abandons her grueling task of dismantling the screen and plays dead behind the curtain.

Turns out she’s been plotting for six months.  Cats do stuff like that, unlike dogs who are more up front about it. They just barrel through the screen when they really want out.

Now I have the joy of telling Al that Twister has conned us, and that we can’t leave her in the master bedroom with the screen exposed, and worse, we have to get the screen repaired.  He’s gonna love that.

Thus, my appeal for cat recipes.   Maybe one of my friends will see this and, out of fear of what my simmering resentment may cause me to do, they will rescue Twisty until Andy can take her back.