Harry, looking longingly outside...
It was juuuuust a second. My friend Sara came over to talk about music and as she left, we hesitated at the front door for truly just a second and Harry saw his chance. Darted between my feet and flew off the front step and disappeared in the direction of the neighbor's house.
It was dark. But Harry's usually easy to find. That white fur fairly glows in the dark. I told Sara to watch where he went while I ran back in the house for some shoes. By the time I got back outside, she'd lost track of Harry. I tiptoed into the neighbor's yard, sing-song calling for Harry so he didn't bolt. Nowhere. No patch of furry white snarfing up dry grass. No fluffy white creature rolling in the mud. No happy little kitty "mrrrow" he makes in his freedom.
Then I saw a shadow. I slowly crept closer and there he was, sitting in the only patch of snow on the block. No wonder we didn't see him. He was busy licking what was left of the little neighbor girl's snowman. I think he thought he'd found his twin.
I picked up Harry, waved goodbye to a laughing Sara, and took The Hairiest and his racing heart back inside. Freedom over, man.
(Remember the last time Harry escaped? 80 degree temperature difference!)