These were the words Mike said to me after we decided to let the cats go out on the porch. He was referring, of course, to one of the animals winding up in the pool. He was right. And it was hilarious.
We decided to start opening the sliding glass door because there is little opportunity for airflow in our house without it. We made sure the porch was locked down on Saturday, then opened the door. The cats were very hesitant at first, expecting to be scolded at any moment. Neither of them made it more than two feet from the door that first day, but by this afternoon, they were having the time of their lives out there.
Maybe a little too much! Mike saw it actually happen - apparently, they were playing, and Morgan jumped back...right into the pool.
Sophie was watching the whole business from the other side of the pool, and decided to check out her wet sister. Unfortunately, she forgot to go AROUND the pool, and literally walked right in! Now, you must know that Sophie hates the pool even more than she hates her baths. Mike had to go over and pull her out, because she couldn't climb out and wouldn't swim to the steps.