Sam...the oh, so precious fatty catty introduced in a previous blog ....decided to have a night on the town this past Friday night...Yes...I did leave the doggie door up, but on the rare occasion that Sam has exited this door, he is quick to return...not even leaving the porch...Sam wouldn't even dart out the front door if it was propped open as I carried in Target treasures or groceries...



Well...not anymore...I noticed late in the evening that he was MIA...not in his usual spots...I checked outside...hearing no commotion from neighboring dogs and seeing no cat...Checked the front yard...still nothing...I took a drive up and down a couple of streets not sure if I would see him or not...but had to try...no luck...



I made sure the doggie door was open hopeful for his return...I knew he'd be hungry...I couldn't really sleep at all...every couple of hours I was checking in the utility room to see if my wayward son had returned...



Did I look long enough? What if he gets hit by a car? What if he totally trades me in for a new family...maybe one with kids that will play with him more...or one that won't give him the weight management food...these and other thoughts kept going through my mind...



At 7 the next morning I checked the utility room again...and yes...he did return...but with an attitude...he comes strutting into the kitchen talking to me...demanding food...so...all was back to normal...