Thursday, August 22, 2013
We have started keeping the front door locked to remind we humans not to throw the door wide and allow Snax to exit stage center. I was in the dining room at the computer when Snax came toward me using a call I have never heard from him. It was a rather alarming growly meow, in a low register.
I don't ignore unusual cat sounds ever since one of our, now long gone, cats found a small fire in the kitchen and gave the alarm by screaming her meows.
Snax accompanied me to the front of the house but waited while I went to the door. J had been working outside when BigEd left, locking the door behind him. J, being locked out, had not called nor rung the doorbell yet. Snax knew he was there and went for help - I can only assume,
We need to talk to him about dialing 911 . . .