Last night Hubby and I were in different rooms doing our thing. I was watching all the "new" tv shows in the livingroom and he was messing with the computers in the back office. Between these two rooms is our kitchen and laundry room. The laundry room has a door to the outside carport.
During commercials, I was in and out of the kitchen getting water, picking up etc. He was back and forth from the office to the back bedroom where he keeps alot of his spare computer parts.
About 9 o'clock, he is standing in the kitchen looking at the laundry room door, and says, "How long has this door been open?" I am thinking he is talking about the door between the kitchen and the laundry room, right? NO! The door from the laundry room to the outside is WIDE OPEN! A gaping hole in my safety from the outside. YIKES!
So Mr. Brave grabs a knife and heads outside. (Brave but not really smart) There was no one around... including our (indoor only) cat. He had taken the opportunity to stealth out the open door and make a break for freedom. Hubby found him in the bushes next door. He tossed a rock in the bush and Beeker the cat, made a beeline for the door from which he exited. He ran past me so fast that he damn near knocked me down. The look on his face was pure terror. So much for the great outdoors.
But back to the open door. NEITHER of us had used the door since we got back from the gym at 6 o'clock. Shit! Do you suppose someone came in that door saw the back of Rick's head and heard the tv and took off? Did the wind blow it open on a windless night? Did the cat not only grow balls but hands to finally get the door open to escape?
Damn, if I don't double and triple check the locking of the doors now.
