Usually on the weekdays before I go to work, I let the cats out in the catio. Yesterday, right before I left for work, I went outside to make sure all the cats were inside and I didn't see anyone in the catio so I closed the door and off to work I went.
Little did I know, Motor was left outside and it was raining. Not a good thing at all. Motor is very, very sweet, but also very very fearful. He's even afraid of my husband. I am sure Motor was freaking out.
This is my husband's account of the morning after I left.
"Quite the dramatic start to a week. One of my wife's cats - the timid one no less - got trapped in the rain and clawed his way out of "The Catio" (see picture). So, I'm running around in my heart PJ pants with acorn slippers, uncombed hair, and a"recess at work day" t-shirt in the rain with an open can of tuna fish (not a site you want to see) trying to entice him to come back in the house. He's freaked out (probably coz of how I look) and climbs under the back deck. Great! Just freakin' wonderful! Under the deck I go. Got him. He's home."
I am so lucky Scott was home, that he happened to see Motor in the yard, that Motor didn't get very far and take off, and that Scott was able to catch him in the end.
Scott did not call me at work to tell me about Motor's adventure. That was a very smart choice. I would have been so upset and unable to do anything about it.
Hooray for my husband, my hero.