Two nights ago, both Sophies (yes, we have two cats named Sophie) escaped out of the house. The event involved a stray cat that lurks near our apartment & a screen door whose latch gave out. Before I noticed, they were both long gone.
Fortunately, “my” Sophie returned near midnight, scared, and huddled under my moped engines. The other (K8’s) Sophie was found two days later, huddled under an awning near our porch.
But “my” Sophie (the delicate, sleek black cat I’ve had for seven years now) took the brunt of it. As of this morning, she was still limping—and I noticed at least one major gash on her back. This morning, I dropped her off w/ the vet. I just got the call: she has two major cuts, the vet cleaned them up, and she should be ready to come home shortly.
But it’s a load off our minds to have them both back home.
