Absconsion...if that is even a word...

Plotting, plotting.... all day yesterday, Kitty was very quiet. She didn't want to be sociable and kept running away to hide under the table, behind the couch, or downstairs. Little did I know, she was hatching her escape plan and needed the solitude to correctly plan out her route. Back and forth to check out measurements and time out her moves, she quietly formulated her plans. Finally, when we left for a BBQ in the evening, she knew the time had come...
There are definite indications that Kitty regretted her move halfway through her escape, since it seems to have cost her quite a bit of fur. I hope her evening out on the town was worth the uncomfortable and most likely somewhat distressful getaway.
My Dad came this morning to pick me up, and I was just about to show him "something sad".... the evidence of where she had absconded. What formerly was a hand-size hole in the screen from a previous break-in attempt, had now become a Kitty-size hole in the screen from a very recent break-out success. As we were inspecting the door, though, all of a sudden we heard a "meow" and Kitty came running up to the door out of the bushes, perhaps a little bit sheepish . Apparently, she had seen what she needed to see in the wild outdoors, and it had lost its allure, at least for now. After all, it is much nicer to have breakfast served to you in a silver bowl every morning. Welcome home, Kitty.