Since we moved, we’ve been letting Meez out the side door of the house. We don’t use that door to go in and out because it’s a bit of a hassle, but it goes into the backyard and that’s where Meez needs to go. Anyway, last night, Matt let him out around 11:30 pm. We went to bed and I woke up startled at 6:30 am, realizing we had not yet let Meez in. In the basement suite, Meez could come to out bedroom window and meow to be let in at any time of night. In the new place, our bedroom is upstairs. The chances of us hearing him meow at the side door is slim. Naturally I felt very guilty about having locked the poor cat outside all night in the new neighbourhood. I ran downstairs in the hope that he was waiting by the door, but no such luck. Sad and feeling very guilty, but still tired, I went back to bed. Around 9 am, we awoke to a scratching noise at our bedroom window. When I opened the blinds, Meez’s face was there, concentrating very hard on trying to open the window to get in.
This cat somehow knew we were in the bedroom, climbed up on the roof of the porch and scratched at our window. How did he know our bedroom window was the one on the front of the house not the back? Why didn’t he just wait by the kitchen door for us to let him in? How did he get on the roof at all?
Anyway, I was very impressed. This cat just gets better and better.