He Has a Plan, Just Not Sure What It is

The title sounds like some great epiphany and relationship with God I have formed, however, for today, I am talking about my son, Willie. The damn cat has it out for me, and I am sure of it. Every time my roommate leaves the house for a few days he acts really bad and tries to get ME in trouble. Willie is very smart, as all animals are, and as he is watching my roommate pack up the car, he is planning his next adventure. Last night he was very successful in sneaking out of the house after dark (he doesn't get to go out after dark b/c of the ear debacle), when I opened the garage door to take something to a neighbor. I know, I am a bad parent for not noticing, but trust me, when he wants to move fast, he does. Another horrible thing was that I did not notice he was gone until I wanted to go to bed. So, around 10:15 last night I am driving around in my car, window down, shaking his cat treats trying to lure him home. Priceless sight, I am sure. My luring did not work.....he arrived on the porch at about 2:45 a.m. soaking wet, and no, it wasn't raining. I think he went ditch diving. Gross.