"Momma!" Daughter 2 yelled at me as I pushed a mower through the jungle that had become our front yard, "We found Leonard!"
Four days earlier, during a rain storm that had helped our lawn achieve jungle status, Bo The Dumb Dog had opened our back door and let himself in. He dug through our trash, probably ordered some porn on pay-per-view, and then let himself back out when the rain stopped. In the meantime, the door to the back yard was open and the cats, Leonard and Sheldon, let their curiosity take them where Daughter 2 was afraid to let them go: outside.