After three days my break was over and I went back to work. I let the cats out in the morning and they greeted me in the yard when I came home. I made sure each day before I locked the door that all three of them were definitely outside. Nothing weird happened, so I relaxed. Another 3-day break and chores went by and then another 2-2-2-80 string began. (two days, two mids, two eves, 80 hours off). The first day of the string, I let all three of the cats out in the morning. When I came home two of them greeted me. I opened the door with trepidation. Yawning wide as he turned his head, Abby blinked at me from inside the house where he had been sleeping on the floor. I felt goose bumps all over my body and even the hair on my head standing on end. HOW WAS HE GETTING INSIDE THE HOUSE?? And the other two were NOT??
No one at work had any explanations to offer. None of us could come up with any way that only one 3-legged cat could utilize, but two perfectly healthy cats could not. I mean, if all THREE of the cats were greeting me inside the house when I got home I would know that there was a good explanation. But only one? The black one? The one with only three legs? I was getting creeped out.
I finished out the string and had only one goal for the three day break. To figure out just how Abby was getting into the house, even if he was dematerializing to do it! It was another gorgeous summer day and I decided I wanted some flowers in the tiny front yard. I could sleuth and plant at the same time. I stopped at a nursery just down the road and got some lovely petunias. The cats were “helping” me while I dug up a place to put the flowers and I didn't want them tracking stuff into the house so I closed the door. Shadrach and Meshach liked to climb the tiny tree in the tiny yard and were having fun doing that.
I was standing back to get a good look at the flowers and trying to decide if I needed to put in more or maybe just a fence when I was startled by a loud rustling noise. I had never noticed it before but there was a shoddy trellis in the other yard covered with several years’ worth of vines. It was right next to the wall between the two yards and it was shaking.
“What the…??” I stepped back, terrified that it might be a giant spider or who knows what!
Then the creature on the trellis came into view and my mouth dropped open wide.
It was Abby. Using only the talons on his front paws he was climbing the trellis. He climbed it all the way up to the balcony where he calmly got off and entered the house through the open window under the persiana. I had stood there in shocked silence watching him the whole way, with my mouth still gaping wide. Then I turned and looked at the two cats in the tree where I had never seen Abby.
They looked back at me. I just shook my head.
Anytime someone heard about or saw my 3-legged Abby and said “Poor kitty” my response was always, “Not even remotely. It barely slowed him down enough for me to keep up”