Holy shit, what a mess.
Kenny got out of the house earlier tonight. My mom and I were outside doing the lawn and my dad was coming out the back door of our house to help us. My dad is fucking oblivious to what's happening around him and we are positive that he opened the wooden back door really wide, and Kenny followed him onto the stoop (still inside the house). Then, when my dad opened the screen door to leave the house, he pulled the wooden door shut and likely dragged Kenny outside with him (again, he's oblivious and wouldn't have realized it.
As I think I've mentioned before here, we have a hole in our house's foundation that the neighborhood strays, including Kenny's mom, sleep, and he watches them from a window (hell, he may have been in it before we took him in). So, my mom is rounding the corner of our house from the front yard and sees a cat jump into the hole, and realizes ... oh, shit, that cat has white socks on, that's not one of our neighborhood cats, that's Kenny. She initially got him to come to her and she had him in her arms, when my dad rounds the corner. She says something kind of smart-assy, like "Um, does he look familiar?" and my loud-ass dad screams "WHAT THAT'S NOT KENNY" and scares the shit out of him, he claws up my mom and runs back into the hole. He was in there about 45 minutes until we coaxed him out with food. Luckily my mom thought ahead to have us set the cat carrier outside, since he was still so scared when she grabbed him the second time, he probably would have run again if she had to get him into the house in her hands. God, we are so lucky that he was familiar with that hole, because we live on two very busy streets (corner house) and in his panic, he would have probably run into the street without looking and get hit (and/or one of us would have followed him into the streets without thinking about get hit ourselves).
Of course, now he has fucking fleas. We gave him a bath the second he came in the house, but my mom's been combing him and finding them, ugh. So now my dad has to go halfway across town to get the treatment (at this hour), and my mom and I are super fucking allergic to them (and, yknow, we've got three other cats who will probably get them now), ugh.
I'm just so thankful we got him; he's our baby and it would have been fucking terrible to let him get out like that or watch him get hit.