Freaky Frida on the Loose

For a dismaying 36 hours, Frida didn't come home. The cats spent the winter in the house and have only recently ventured outside. When we get home from work we open up the house and they roam around for awhile. One night Diego hadn't come in by 11pm but I could see him in the neighbor's yard before I went to bed, so I knew he was just adventuring. Frida is more of a homebody, so her disappearance was more troublesome. We tried not to worry too much, but it broke our hearts when Diego would wander the house meowing. Luckily she showed up after the second night away. She was meowing at the front door at 5am, but with one of her front legs threaded through her collar.

And Diego seems happy she's back too.