She never ever goes outside. Remember once, two years ago, when she ventured out and meowed under a bush in my yard till I got her?
When it's warm, and I'm home, I leave the back door open so the dogs can go in and out of the screen door. We were doing repairs here all day, and at night after we'd cooked out, I said, "Where the hell's Lily?" She sits on her condo 90% of the day, and we'd both noticed her conspicuous absence from it but figured she was sleeping in the closet, her other habit.
You guys, she sits at the screen door all the time and watches the dogs carouse but never wants to go out. Why'd she go out?
We walked the neighborhood for ages, searched this yard thoroughly, called all the emergency vets and animal control and nothing.
Ned just sat down on my deck last night and started to cry. "I'm worried sick about her. She hates outside." The dogs ran over to him, concerned.
This morning as soon as it was light Ned walked around again and I left tuna on the porch, which of course Iris tried to eat cause she's a dick. I'll let you know as soon as I know anything. We're making flyers right now.
