Unfiltered Story #408242

I moved into my own apartment some years ago. As soon as I was living on my own, I made it a point to go to the local animal shelter and adopt a cat, something I’d been wanting to do but wasn’t allowed to while still living with my mom.

I found a wonderful fluffball who was wildly enthusiastic about me from the moment she laid eyes on me and has never lost any of that affection (seriously, she’s sleeping on my arm while I’m typing this). But I made th decision before I adopted her that she would be an indoor-only pet. There are many reasons for this, mostly out of concern for her safety: I live near a busy intersection, plus I don’t want her fighting with the foxes, raccoons, other cats, or the like in the neighborhood, or scavenging from the garbage dumpster.

Well, of course being a cat, my not letting her out the door just made her even more obsessed with the mystery of Outside. And I was very careful and very diligent, but one day she slipped past me as my attention was momentarily diverted and made it out the door. I wasn’t terribly worried that she’d disappear never to be seen again: as I said, she is very attached to me and she even knows her own name and comes when I call her. So she dashed out the door, down the steps, and onto the sidewalk.

Where she made a horrible discovery.

You see, the day she made her great escape, it was raining.

Which meant that outside was WET! And like most cats, she absolutely hates WET!

She stopped instantly, then turned around and dashed back into my apartment, and nine years later she never tried to get outside again.