Moggy went out today and decided to stay out while Bandit and I went to PetCo. I attempted to entice him with canned cat food--the sound of the popping top usually gets him running toward me. It didn't even phase him. Perhaps because the neighbors dog was raising a ruckus. I think Moggy was rather enjoying antagonizing a new dog.
Bandit and I stayed out several hours. When we returned I half expected Moggy to come running up to the SUV as he has in the past. I was saddened and a little hurt when he did not. And then I grew concerned that something bad might have happened to him. Perhaps the neighbors dog had gotten loose...
Opening the front door I heard a frantic scratching at the back, and my fear intensified. Something might be chasing him. I hurriedly wrenched open the door, and Moggy shot inside like a rocket. I was surprised to find it was only him, and not a demon dog hot on his trail.
Once safely inside, Moggy strutted into the bathroom, sniffed at the food bribe, turned his nose up and sauntered away--only to return a few minutes later to gobble it up. After doing his duty and cleaning up, he hopped into his newest lounge--my nightstand.
I suppose now he'll want a pillow and cushion to be installed in it.