Lola escaped from the house the other day, and had a bit of an adventure. I sealed my reputation with my neighbors by walking through their back yards whistling "Happy Birthday" (the tune that normally brings her running) and crooning "Lola...Lola...Lola...Here KittyKittyKittyKitty" for close to ten hours.
I finally found her just before midnight, hiding in someone's side yard, sitting quietly on a small cement outcropping near a basement window. I approached her very slowly, and with lots of cajoling she finally took a few steps toward me and allowed herself to be picked up.
As soon as we got home, she went to her food dish and looked at me expectantly, apparently unfazed by the events of the day. After eating, she took up her favorite spot on the couch and sat there, looking rather contemplative.
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