***stardust

*blinks* well that was odd.
Knock at the door just now, had a momentary moment of panic that it might be the landlord... opened the door to see a random fratboy.
Who said he had kind of a weird request, but could they step inside just for a minute to videotape themselves in the house, as part of a scavenger hunt for their fraternity, since one of their brothers lived here last year.
I'm standing there, blinking, probably looking really confused. *giggles*
Meanwhile, the INSTANT she saw the door was open, Bear BOLTED outside. *facepalm*
So I'm like yeah, uh, sure, I guess... so like ten fratboys, smelling of smoke, all crowd into the living room. They were impressively polite - took off their wet shoes, complimented up and down about how incredibly nice the place looked, how totally different from last year it was (I'm like yeah, I know, it was a disaaaaster when we came in).
I hung around nearby, they got their camera going and pointed it around the living room with all of them in it, and were gone in about five minutes.
Not that that wasn't enough time to leave a slight smoky scent in the room. x_x;

Once they left, I grabbed my shoes and walked along the side of the house in the rain, calling Bear, until she poked her wet little head out from under the car. goooodnesss.

..oh, but most of you don't know *last* night's story. Or, rather, 5am this morning's story.
From a deliciously deep and much-needed sleep, I slowly (and I mean sloowly) regain consciousness, realising there's someone walking around my room in the dark, softly calling for Bear. Eventually I realise that there's a person in my room, and probably sit up or something (I really don't remember). It's Meghan, who tells me that somehow during the night, the front door opened - she was trying to see if the cat was still inside or not. After poking around my room and talking to a barely-aware me, she leaves. I lie in bed a few more minutes, as my brain slowly realises what she just said, and then vaguely considers possible courses of action.
Maybe five minutes later, I stagger out of my room, eyes only barely open in the bright light of the little room by the living room, listening and trying to sort out what's going on. By the time I got out to the living room, I learned that Bear'd been outside but hadn't gone far - when they closed and then re-opened the door, she came running up to it.
And Kitty who used to always visit us was on the porch as well! So we rejoiced over Bear and I stood outside a moment to snuggle Kitty, whom I miss lots...and I have to wonder if he was keeping an eye on lilBear? *smiles*

So after poking at the door last night and then today, we still have no fecking clue how it got open. It was windy last night, but not as windy as it's been other times. The door was closed tightly and locked. Britt and Meghan tested the door today, pushing and pulling at it, and it stays shut when it's been shut.

Current hypothesis: Bear has learned to open doors. This is entirely possible - she tends to be relentless when she wants something (like getting onto the top shelves in closets, via climbing clothes >_<;; ), and I've known cats who were able to open doorknobs. (Jumping off a nearby shelf and repeatedly scrabbling at the doorknob, trying to cling to it, until it opened.)

Other crazy Bear story: Last night, while Britty was taking a shower, the door was open a crack and Bear got into the bathroom. All of the sudden, I hear Britty SCREAM, so I ask if everything's alright - I thought maybe Bear'd just startled her or something. But I went over to stand outside the doorway, Britt yelled to come look, I peeked in...
And Bear was perched on the shower curtain rod.
A moment later she jumped back down onto the sink and scampered out of the bathroom, leaving Britt and I to blink and be utterly confounded.
This cat is completely out of her little mind.

*Ananda Daydream * 10:44 PM * *

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