Escape Artist!
Return of the Landscapers and Mister’s Great Escape It had been a rough morning with the landscapers making their debut in the neighborhood at 8 AM this morning. Extremely intense mowing machines and leaf blowers blasting for a full hour made us all unsettled. Mister perched himself on top of the staircase. It is one of the few downsides of spring – the constant noise from landscapers. (That, and the return of bugs.) When they were all done and we were back to normal, I noticed our newspapers lying on the top stoop. I glanced around for Mister who was nowhere in sight. I hadn’t seen him for a good half hour at this point. I opened the front door, and Mister, who seemingly came out of nowhere, in a split second made his way out the door and onto the front yard. Mister!!!! I shout. Mister!!! I’m in pajama pants and slippers. I could be outside for a while, if previous escapes are any indication, so I had to find some clothes. Now he is on his own outside while I dress for the great escap...
