Laura to the Rescue!

I got home around 11:30 last night after watching a movie with two of the barn girls. I was disappointed when Roton didn't meet me at the door, and confused when I didn't find him sleeping on my bed. Then I remembered that he had gone outside when I went down to the barn. Right.

I sat down at the kitchen table and had been typing for about 30 seconds when I heard a meow. Roton! I called his name out the screen door. Roton repeatedly responded to my calls, but didn't show up at the door. Wierd.

I stood up and got my headlamp. I continued to call him as I poked my head out the door, but his meows had faded. Was something preventing him from getting to the door? Or was he just distracted by a passing bug or bat or who-knows-what?

I sat back down and began to type. Then I heard something large rustling around upstairs in Meghan's room. Great. My valiant, bat-conquering cat is outside, and there's an animal in the house. Stay calm.

"Meow!" Roton sounded pretty emphatic this time. I jumped up, grabbed my headlamp, and headed out the door.

-"Roton!"
-"Meow!"
-"Roton, where are you?"
-"Meow!!!"

I turned around to find Roton standing on top of the awning above our front door, looking perplexed. "Oh, Roton!" I climbed onto the porch railing and was immediately blinded by the motion sensor light, which turned on in my face. Letting my eyes adjust, I reached up and pulled the scared kitten down to safety.