|Patty, surveying his snowy domain|
When done collecting old bowls and empty water jug, I walked back up front, up the steps, and...the front door was LOCKED! I tried again, but nope. Of course I did not have my house keys on me; I never do when The Hubby is inside, and I'm just going out for The 'O' Cats. I do not lock the door behind me, either.
I knocked on the door, hard. I knocked on the window too. I stood and waited. No sound of someone running to the front door! I leaned on the door bell. A brief wait again, and then The Hubby unlocked and opened the door for me.
He said...this is the funny part...ha ha ha (dripping with sarcasm), "why are the cats acting so weird?" "Gosh, dear, maybe all of the banging and bell ringing as I was LOCKED OUT freaked them out! Um, why did you lock the door?" He thought I was inside, and he assumed that he'd mistakenly left the door unlocked when he went out to put the garbage out for collection day.
But I was outside, in the cold, and what is a person to think when the only other person in the house locks the door on them? It's obvious that the kitties weren't the only ones with weird behavior!