After moving back to the lower 48, I have bought an RV and have been living on the road.
By: joealaska , 2:56 AM GMT on July 17, 2013
I knew the day was coming. The cats will want to go outside.
Last night started innocently enough. Dutchie by the door, going MROW. Just once. But I know what happens after awhile, it is inevitable. So I opened the door just as it was getting dark.
FLUFF bolted out.
Unusual. I expected her to stay close by, maybe chew some grass. She was headed toward the trees and creek area. In two minutes I had no idea where she went.
Meanwhile Dutchie was cruising outside nearby. She headed out front toward the parking lot. I tried to grab her and point her out back, but she bolted, I watched in surprise as she sprinted maybe 150 feet down the sidewalk and turned into some shrubbery. (Not LITERALLY, she CHANGED COURSE and went into some bushes). For all intents and purposes, she was gone.
So every 15 minutes I took a quick walk outside and make sure they were not nearby wanting to come back. No Sir.
For about an hour and a half I was scared catless. I knew they were somewhere having fun and would be back soon, but that first trip is a hair stressful. Especially since FLUFF was taking a LONG trip for her. Way back in Arizona she spent most of her time outside, but that has changed pretty much.
I started scanning the bush line. Eventually I saw Dutchie and went to get her. It was pretty dark, and I when I got closer I saw it was just another cat similar to Dutchie.
Good and bad. Good to see someone else lets their cat out at night. But BAD if Dutchie is nearby watching. She will hang around that cat for quite a while.
FINALLY Fluff appeared at the patio door. Then I periodically went out looking for the Former Queen of the Tundra (now Queen of the Zoysia). Who knows where they go?
Only when I glanced upward did I finally see her…kinda. I saw two ears sticking up above a bar in the distance. She is watching me as I look for her. She is on a second story (FIRST STORY in the UK) balcony. I go up and grab her, as she tries to bolt by me.
Back in the apartment, Fluff walks up and gives her new cat scratch furniture a good scratching. For the first time. So I tell her GOOD GIRL and pet her. Out of nowhere Dutchie runs up and also vigorously scratches… for the first time also. She saw Fluff get praised and now she steals the show. LOOK AT ME!
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