Gimli gave us a bit of a scare after Thanksgiving. The basement doors blew open during a windstorm and the runt escaped. He ended up spending the night outdoors. After an anxious night (yes, I’m attached to my kitties), I took what I expected to be a final search for Gimli around the neighborhood, when I heard him crying near the garage. I turned around and there was a grumpy Gimli, sitting on the patio, cold and scared, but no worse for wear. (In fact, despite the rain he was neither wet nor muddy, so I’m thinking he got himself caught in the garage and was too scared to call out when he hear us searching for him.) Anyway, he spent his day back warming up.
Yep, he spent the whole next day sleeping in the warmest spots in our house (which isn’t kept terribly warm, so it was mostly under thick soft blankets).
He then got curious about whether or not his unauthorized travel would affect his Christmas haul, so rather than be on his best behavior, he found his way into some boxes.
We then told him Santa wasn’t going to visit, so he stole Santa’s hat.
He decided he would just hang out there until Santa came looking for it. I told him it might be a while, but apparently Gimli’s OK with that.