So this little guy?

The quietest, smallest least demanding living being occupying space at The Drayer.

Tonight he went for it.  Yep, he waited for his chance and he decided to "bust up outta here!"

That's right.  After Sweet Sarah and I returned from our bike ride, having been gone about 45 minutes, we walked in to Teddy, the much more vocal brother cat, SCREAMING A MEOW with his head through the hole in the screen door.

Yep, that's right.  Jack, pushed through my Spannvention duct-tape, theft proof (but not kitten proof) screen repair.  

And oh.  oh.  OH!  OH YEAH!!!  I forgot to add that the backyard renovators also ripped off the back stairs.  So he pushed through the screen and promptly dropped four feet!

Nevertheless, by the time we realized what was happening, he was out of sight.  And, so you know what happens next.  Controlled panic.  Lots of "herekittykittykittykittykittykitty" and subdued run/walking trying to find him quietly praying he hasn't decided to cross the road.

We found him after a bit of searching.  He was hunkered down in the neighbors back yard under the ginormous hosta, scared to death.

Now he's lying on the floor in the family room proudly exuding the "I'M DA' BOMB!!!!  THAT'S RIGHT.  BOOYA TEDDY!!!!  I DID IT.  YOU DIDN'T.  SMELL THAT!"

And Sweet Sarah?  Well, I'm pretty sure she aged a few years in a matter of minutes.