I told Gunnar that he has three rules at our house:
1) Never go outside
2) Don't eat Katie's food
3) Don't cause destruction around the house (meaning don't claw the furniture and break things)
An hour or so after this talk I went to take Mojo outside to go pee. The dog and I are walking out the doorway and I see a sneaky kitty walking side by side with the dog outside. I screamed. I had visions of Gunnar running away into the night while Mojo ran the opposite direction and I had two pets loose in the dark neighborhood.
Thankfully I was quick enough to scoop up the kitty before he got to the shrub on the side of the porch (about two people-sized steps) and Mojo was good and didn't drag or pull me off like he could have. He just stood there and let me pick up the cat.
I turned around to take the cat back into the house and Matt (who had leg surgery last week) had left his crutches behind and quickly hopped over to the door to help.
"I have the cat," I said as I stepped inside.
I don't remember what Matt said to me, but I didn't think he saw the cat I was holding, so I said it again. I then gave the cat to Matt to hold when I took Mojo back outside to pee.
It was so scary. My heart is still racing. Gunnar just strolled outside alongside Mojo, like he was taking a walk with his best good friend. He wanted to see what was outside and what Mojo was doing that he didn't get to do.
We've had Gunnar four weeks. He's tried to get outside plenty of times. He's succeeded in getting in the closed garage a few times but this is the first time he's succeeded in getting outside. It just scares me to death that he will do it again. He's never been outside. Where would he run to? How would we find him? What if a car or delinquent child got to him. Oy.
I got Mojo back inside without letting the cat back out. I've since been recovering from the event. Gunnar waited a few minutes until he went to eat Katie's food.
I don't really know how to punish a cat so I told Mojo he had permission to lick Gunnar until the cat was unhappy.
