but the cat came back...
so, as i'm laying in bed half asleep, i hear "fuck" come from downstairs as nala looks out the door. "what?" i query, thinking someone has trashed our porch or something. "that kitten is back. they must let him out at night."
and, wouldnt ya know, 2 hours later when i finally left for work, she was out front again, chasing squirrels and wanting in my house.
the door to the kennel was open, too, which was odd. i closed it again, and told the kitten to "watch out for traffic. and bigger cats" before I came to work.
must. not. worry. about. kitten.