Recentley, after ferret-proofing my yard thoroghly, I let Snickers and P.J.
play outside.  I was watching both of them, and of course, they decided to go
to opposite ends of the yard.  The cat came out, and Snix went to intercept him
and I went to 'break it up'.  Somehow P.J. stopped being in the yard!  I went
around calling his name, and then panicked and kept calling "P.J.!!!  Silly
Brat, where are you!?!"  I ran around to my neibors house, and knocked, rang
the bell.  No Answer.  I ran around back to her yard, and there was The Brat,
happily rooting around in her flowers!  I scooped him, covered in dirt, and
ran back to the front.  The door opened, and I had to explain to my neighbor
why I had a grubby fuzzy in her yard.  Then I gave the squirmy very-proud-of-
himself woozle a bath.  He was mad!  I had ruined his great escape, and he was
displeased.  <sigh>  I found how the rotten little sneak had escaped- he dug a
hole under the fence!  I couldn't believe he did that.  I knew they could dig,
but I thought that the roots and grass, etc would make it difficult.
-Stacey, Snickers, and the proud sneak, P.J.   :>
 
[Posted in FML issue 0908]