So, Sir Sammy somehow snuck out this afternoon while J, @princealistair and I all went to lunch.
Came home and the front door was slightly open bc it didn’t shut all the way before we left bc the wind is nuts.
After 15 mins of shaking the treat bag and him not coming around, I started having an internal, private panic attack bc I didn’t want to seem like an insane cat lady.
J came out back into the woods and was like “There you are you fat bastard.” But Sammy wasn’t excited about having been on an adventure…bc when she found him he was basically catatonic and had his mouth and eyes WIDE open.
Pretty sure he saw some shit on his adventure in the woods…I don’t know WHAT, and ill never know.
But judging by his face when we found him, and the way he’s lounging now, I think he’s going to have flashbacks for weeks.
I don’t know what you saw man…but ill bet you won’t wander off anymore.