Open door

2:55 AM: Catalina screams, and I am jolted awake from deep sleep. What’s going on?! She was just dreaming, but now she’s awake. She wants cold milk. Yeeeh, out of bed, down to the kitchen to slurp. WAIT a moment, the door handle is at half-mast - a sign, Phiny is outside. Deliver the milk, stomp over to Ale, shake. ‘Didn’t you bring Phiny inside before sleeping?!’ Grumbling that she hasn’t shown up. Cat-mama's heart races twice as fast. ‘My poor little darling is still outside, in the cold darkness, in the rain 😨.’ So back down, kitchen door open ‘Phinyyyyy!?!?!’. Nothing. Terrace door open ‘Phinyyyy?!?!’. Nothing. Maybe she sought shelter in the bike shed?! Living room window open: ‘Phinyyyy?!?’ Suddenly the light in the garage turns on. It took my sleepy brain a few seconds to realize the question of since when I can see light through the garage door. Clairvoyant for a long time, but like this 😂?! Down to the garage and what has Dad messed up again: Leaving the garage door open all night! Hello fox, hello thief, come in, let’s be friends 🤪🤪🤪. The good part of the story: Phiny is cozied up, safe and secure in the stroller in the garage 💝.