Houdini reincarnated... with fur

I got back from work about 3:30 today. Imagine my surprise when I stepped into my bedroom and saw Turkey's door on the floor. I was mid "Hey Turk-" when I realized there was no bunny! I panicked for a moment thinking, "Oh no, I hope he didn't run out the door when Jeff came home!" I soon brought myself back to reality because 1 - Jeff would've noticed that, 2 - We live on the second floor, and 3 - Turkey wouldn't run out onto (gasp) the cement.

I began my search.


I called out, "Turkey... Turkey..." but I had to be quiet because Jeff was sleeping (he had to go to work at 3:30am today). I don't know what I expected calling out to Turk. It's not like he was going to bark or meow, or even come running. I persisted. I tried to think of places he likes to hide and things he likes to chew. I checked my computer wires... no teeth marks, phew! I peaked in Jeff's room... but I didn't want to look for Turkey in there until I ruled out the other possibilities. Luckily, Lindsey's room was closed. I also knew he wouldn't be in the bathrooms or kitchen (he hates tile). So I'm in the living room looking behind the TV and room divider when I hear a little patter behind me. Turkey comes from behind the couch running at me full speed. He does a 180 in the air and begins to circle my feet. Playtime!!

What a jerk.

And that's it. I don't know how he got out (headbutt?) or how long he was out. So far, I haven't found any damages or poop around the apartment. It definitely could've been worse, like if he got out while we were away this weekend. I guess this means I need to put something a little extra on the door!!

He's sulking now. HARUMPH!

- Carol