Bridget staged a jailhouse break this weekend. While I was busy carrying groceries in the front door, she scooted out between my legs.
I caught her quickly enough – she was enamored with the front planting bed. I suppose years of watching the planting bed from inside the house finally proved too much.
But from the looks of this photo that I snapped less than an hour later, you’d never guess that she was a cat that came thisclose to death-by-mama. You might even doubt that she was capable of such naughtiness.
