The Escape Artist

No, not Evan. ...that would be a bit weird to say the least. No, I'm referring to our cat, Mitchell. For those of you who don't know, Mitchell is our indoor cat. Mel first got him when he was a stray (camped outside of a pizza parlor... he's got good street-smarts) but has been an indoor cat ever since.


Warning: Sneaky cat. Don't let his cuteness fool you.

Occasionally he tries to get outside, sometimes he succeeds but most of the time we know when he's thinking about it and make sure we keep the doorway blocked. Well, this morning Mel went out to get the paper and on her way back in saw an orange tabby near our front door. A neighbor has an outdoor orange tabby so for a brief moment, Mel didn't know it was our cat. However, once she recognized it was Mitchell she tried to quietly walk up behind him so she could catch him. Of course, Mitchell (remember, a street-smart cat) tried to walk around a little bush in an attempt to lose his stalker (kind of like a pick-n-roll in basketball). It nearly worked but he wasn't moving quick enough. Mel, crouching down, reached Mitchell and pushed down on his back so that he wouldn't move while she got in a better position to pick him up. Mitchell had other ideas and kept his feet going (similar to a running back on 4th and 1). Trying to distract Melinda he even let off a hiss. The combination of the two caught Mel off balance and she ended up on her hands and knees in the wet, muddy grass. Melinda, having her own street-smarts (and quick reflexes) grabbed Mitchell's tail and was able to reel him in.

Mel, Evan and Mitchell are all doing fine.

Where was I during all of this you ask? Enjoying a nice warm shower.