The Return of Lucy
A couple of nights ago I heard Weeby running around the front yard, so I opened the screen door to let him in. I stepped into the kitchen for a moment, and when I turned around, I saw a flash of white fur disappearing into our bedroom. Knowing it was neither of our cats, I cautiously investigated, and there was Lucy, lurking behind our bed. As far as we know, this was the first time that she’s ever come into the house, although she did pretty much b-line for the cat food. She quickly exited and we closed the screen door behind her. It was hot that night, so we left the front door open and the screen door locked, and when I woke up, she was sitting at the screen door, waiting to come in. When I came home from work, she was sitting there again, and eventually Weeby came out, they sniffed each other and then each laid down to roll around. I had to make a ruckus with my free hand to get them to look at the camera, and apparently made too much as they both suddenly sat up to gawk at me. Fickle feline that she is, she hasn’t been back since, and her new arch-nemesis Maeby was the one in our front yard when I got home yesterday.
And if you’re keeping tabs, yes, Lucy’s brother Big Steve still sneaks in multiple times a week. The catdoor cam has become pretty boring since he scared off all of the competition.