Primal Nutmeg must have been planning it for hours. I'm sitting at home at peace around 5:30 last night and the cat starts whining and scraping at the door. I tell her to stop. Like she does every day, she's waiting in extreme anticipation for Sara to get home. The cat is truly pathetic when she wants her mommy. She looks so worried and scared for it to all disappear as soon as Sara returns. So the second Sara opens the door, she bolts. I'm thinking no problem, the bottom door must be shut end of discussion. But no! She timed it just right so that Joanna was walking in the bottom door at the same time and had it open. Outside! Okay fine, so she wants to be outside for a little while. We give her about fifteen minutes to chomp on the grass and check things out in the dark. Then we have her nice and calm and it seems like a perfect opportunity to pick her up, but wait... it looks like she is peeing. Okay, we'll give it a few moments. Then after this and a few darting moves I go to grab her. She hisses at me. Then she starts digging a hole. So in the end, all this trouble was so that she take a crap outside. Not my cat. Oh yeah, I don't know if it helps at all but she's originally a Jersey cat.  ¶ 11/18/2003 08:42:00 AM