I, um, did a bad thing. MomBean was going out for grocieries this weekend and as she was leaving I. Erm.
I ran out the door. MomBean called me every name in the book she knew of (and I think a few she made up on the spot) and then hauled my furry tuckus off of the porch and inside. She thinks I have a problem. All I heard through the window was something about 'chain', 'what the vet left' and 'permanent connection'.
I need to find a major load of chocolate to apologize with...