then Maggie's head pops out the front door, so then I start trying to remember if I locked the back door. I go in the house and the back door is locked. I walk in the back yard and see her new escape hole. She dug a hole under the fence and then ran to the front of the house and opened the door. Nothing was going to keep her out of the house. Luckily the remotes, shoes, clothing, cords, and food all survived.
Maggie's escape hole that has now been filled in with rocks. She doesn't dig very deep, she is able to squeeze her body through shallow holes.
Digging out is hard work.
While my parents were in town we celebrated my dad's birthday. We left for a couple of hours and when we came home I looked in the cake box to find this...Sally had snuck up on the table and taste tested the cake. It was still REALLY good...Sally thought so too.
This is a common scene in our living room. Spoiled pets. No wonder Maggie doesn't think she belongs outside.
Sally and Maggie approve of our new PillowSac.
Terminator in turn has taken over the dog bed.
We may be dog people, but that cat sure seems comfy.