I was at the supermaket yesterday morning when Rose called me. “Frankie got out!” she said. “And I’m locked out of the house with no shoes on.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’m coming home right now.”
I quickly checked out with what I was able to get and went home. When I arived I saw nobody at first but then saw Rose and the pest control guy crossing the street. The guy was here to do an annual termite inspection and Frankie got out when Rose answered the door.
The man was carrying a fishing net and Rose pointed and said “Frankie is under that truck. As soon as we approached, Frankie ran out.
He ended up under a van a couple of houses down so I asked the guy to push at Frankie with his net. I hoped he would come out on my end but he shot out the front and ended up back under the pest control guy’s truck.
From there he went into the neighbors back yard and was about to jump the fence into our yard but changed his mind and skirted past me. After a little more chasing he ended up in front of our house too pooped to care anymore. I held my hand out and he gave it a good sniff while I move in close enough to grab him.
My biggest worry is that he is unfamiliar with the area. I have been lazy and have not taken him for a walk since he seems very content to just hang out on the catio. With one week more here I don’t think I will worry about walkling him here but once we get back to Florida I will have to do that.
I’m sure you and Rose were worried he might run out into the street as it looks like you have a busy one right in front of the house! Nice of Mr. Pest Control to help with his net…..so happy Frankie (and you and Rose) are OK after the big adventure.
We live on the street that goes into downtown. It isn’t terribly busy but enough for concern, especially since some people drive too fast.
Your poor wife – no shoes on and it is the end of October!
She definitely was not happy with Frankie when I saw her.
That photo! 🤣🤣🤣 Look at him go!
He definitely can’t be trusted when the opportunity for an escape is possible!
We need to transition to the maximum security wing. 🙂
LOL! Poor kitty.
I am glad he was captured before he could get hurt.
It was a relief.
Dang, that sure could have ended badly but we’re so glad it didin’t.
That was almost like a comedy skit chasing him down the street in my bare feet, with the pest control guy in tow with his fishing net! Oh Frankie!
What a rascal!
I’m actually surprised it took him this long for this type of escapade at the new house.
He spends so much time on the catio he rarely has time to monitor the escape door.
Oh, Frankie! What an escapade. You sure know how to keep your family on their toes!
Love and licks,
He sure does.