Midway through the afternoon, The Bearded One asked where Allie Cat could be. I confidently told him she was probably napping in the tower room and we continued about our business.
A few hours later I went up to the tower room to see what she was doing. No Allie.
I called her (unlike most cats, she comes to her name…certain that something is needing her supervision). No Allie.
We continued to call and walk about the house. No Allie.
We returned to the main space and I glance out the glass back door.
Outside the back door, mouth open squalling to be let in, was Allie. Drenched to the bone by the rain.
She must have slipped out when The Bearded One was fetching firewood.
It took her hours to clean herself up. Hope she learned a lesson…probably not…she no doubt thinks we should have learned our lesson and will check the door more often to let her in.