The scariest thing that happened to us, was that one night, in San Quentin, brother Breezy decided to take a midnight walk! Dad took the garbage out about ten o'clock pm, when he and Mom were preparing for the big party. The best we can figure, Breezy must have been planning a break, and took his opportunity, when Dad came back in!
I enjoyed having Mom and Dad to myself all night, but when I got up the next day, I couldn't find my brother. Mom and Dad called and called him, ....we all looked all through the house, but NO...brother Breezy was missing! We continued to look for him, and Dad went out, and called for him through the village, to no avail! Mom was still hurt with her rib, so she couldn't go out.....and, of course, I didn't want to! It's too scary out there for me!
At dinner time, people began to arrive for the party...I hid under the bed. That's when I missed brother most...he usually comforts me when scary guests arrive.
People began to leave around eleven at night, and by midnight, Mom was in bed. One of the ladies from the party asked what Breezy looked like, just in case they saw him. Dad went out, one more time, looking for brother....but no...Then, at about one in the morning, someone rang our doorbell! Well....I ran under the bed again! No one ever rings our bell at that time! Next thing we know, heard Dad talking with someone at the door! Dad came up the steps with Breezy! Evidently, about six of the people from the party had walked up to their house through the narrow stone village street. They only live about a block away. When they got home, they sat in the garden and talked, and all of a sudden, a nice cat came strolling into the garden. He climbed the stairs to the house...but then, rejoined the party in the garden. One of Mom and Dad's friends said "I think that's Irene and Bruce's cat!"...much discussion ensued...no...couldn't be....well....he sure is friendly....let's give him some milk!...Nice cat.....if it's not their cat....let's keep him....NO....It can't be their cat....NO! I'm SURE it's their cat...they described him. Finally, Brian, a friend of Mom and Dad's from Ireland, picked him up and brought him to our house. Brian had some trepidation about knocking on our door at one o'clock in the morning...but he did! And, VOILA!!!! Breezy was home! Mom and Dad fussed over him. I smelled him and licked him on the head. Mom and Dad fed him. All was well! He never would tell me what all he did that night! His only reply was "what happens when I go out catting, is only for me to know!" He slept all night without moving! I think he was really exhausted from his 24 hour adventure!
In the morning...he went into the bathtub for a drink!...HA! Here's a picture I took! He fell asleep in the TUB!
Breezy hasn't attempted another Cat's Night Out since!
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