Wanderlust

Heru has developed a very bad case of it. Every time anyone opens the front door, the little son of a feline tries to sneak out. Every time. He's made it out a few times but we've always spotted him and corralled him immediately. His usual tactic is to rush out the door and then just casually stroll along. Tonight, he got out and nobody noticed. Not only did he get out, he casually wandered across several busy downtown streets to return to the house where he used to live before he became my spoiled rotten little . . . cat.

How do we knows this? Because a friend of the Prodigal Son happened to be walking down the street where Heru used to live. Heru spotted him and decided to chat him up. The friend thought this strange cat looked and acted an awful lot like Heru so he picked him up and bought him home where I was happily oblivious to all of this - playing on my computer - until the Prodigal Son stuck his head in my door and asked me if I knew what Heru had been up to.

So much for the theory that neutered males like to stay home.