I got home last night and as I do my normal head count, I realize Hamilton is missing. I figure he's outside sitting under his favorite bush and will soon come in. After an hour and a half, I start to panic a bit about where the big furball is. I finally check out front and there he is sitting on the porch, waiting to be let in.
Hamilton is a 10-year old, diabetic guy and declawed. Going out front is NOT an option for him, but he still managed to find the one loose board in the fence and somehow wriggled his way out. He will not be happy when he discovers Anna has blocked his escape route. I don't think he really wants to go anywhere, he just likes a challenge.
Find something else buddy!
Glad he is feeling better.
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