My cat Mynnsey has not been outside in the seven years
I've had her. The owners prior to me had let her out
one morning, moved, and "forgot" to collect their cat.
So, I came along, saw her in the shelter and picked
her up. She's been with me ever since.
 Problem: her microchip info is way outdated. So I
told my beloved not to let her out until we fix that.
That means a trip to the very expensive vet. Which I
can't do 'cause let's face it, I make shit-all at
work. Well, she got out. And I panicked. To the point
where I threw a pan at my beloved. Because it was his
fault for not closing the door properly behind him.
 She did come home, so that's not really point. What
scared me was how quickly I lost my mind. I have never
experienced that depth of fear before. I went nuts
looking for her. And then she strolled home, sauntered
inside, and I just stared at her, disbelieving.
 "Do you have any idea what time it is?", I yelled at
her. Keeping in mind this is a cat who does not speak
English. "You're very lucky I didn't lock you out! How
would you feel about that?".
 She didn't say anything, and went to her food bowl
and ate, oblivious to me and my anger. Meanwhile, I
had torn a strip off my honey for letting my delicate
flower outside. Well, fuck that. She wants out, she
goes out. If she isn't back by the time I have to
leave, oh well. Stupid cat.

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