We camped out with the kids in the back yard last night.
It was finally all dark and quiet. The kids had told all their spooky stories and everyone was still, watching the stars out of the top window of the dome tent, listening to each others breath.
Suddenly, there was a scratching sound outside the tent just to the side of the door! My side, it so happens. You could hear all of us intake a breath at once! We froze to listen. Silence.
Then we heard it again! Followed by an annoyed meow. I unzipped the tent door and let Rascal in, who promptly curled up in the warm spot of my sleeping bag where I had just been laying.
Moments later, Rocco came along and yowled loudly to get in. At least he didn’t use his claws. He just sat and stared when I opened the door, though, so I closed it against the night air and left him out there. Don’t feel bad, he could get into the warm house through his cat door any time he pleased. And Max was in there. You never know, he might curl up with the dog when no one is looking.
On another note
When I was editing the video of the cats “welcoming” the visiting neighbor, Rascal heard the commotion and tried to find where all that noise was coming from. He even looked behind the computer screen!
He never did figure it out, but he didn’t give up easy! I kept having to remove him. It took forever to get that video clip finished!