A Cat Who Thinks She's Human.

Naturally, our cat...

A few weeks ago Bob took Mausi outside on a leash for the first time and as you can guess, it has become a tradition ever since. Those of you that are blessed to be custodians of a feline child, a house bound one, don't need to be told that cats forget nothing. Not A Thing. Do it once, do it for ever.

Twice a day, morning and evening, we take her outside to peruse the garden at her leisure.
Mausi has a tendency to accredit us with forgetfulness as an hour before the scheduled garden time ( cats are the best time keepers ever ) the concert starts. Meouws, a few scratches at the door followed by more meouws. As much as we want to rush and do to her bidding, we dare not because the moment she realizes that one of us sprints at her first meouw to be at her beck and call, our peaceful lives are history.

Cunningly we wait until she stops complaining and has moved to her window seat before we casually get up, fetch the leash whose sound she hones in despite birds tweeting outside while jumping with great speed off the window and rushing to have the collar put around her neck. All the while chatting the hind leg of a donkey.

Once outside, she looks left than right before deciding her chosen path to olfactory heaven. The sound of an approaching car, walker or talker has her sprinting back inside. Into safety. Even if she was only outside for a minute, she's happy until her following walkies.

Of course, her ladyship is as aristocratic as they come...it was raining the other morning but she wouldn't rest until I took her outside. Well, it was too funny for words... she put one paw onto a patch of grass, simultaneously felt a raindrop landing on her face and with a speed only otherwise displayed when the lid gets popped of a can of cat food, raced back inside. Inside where it was warm and dry.

A few days later we tried to take her outside after it had rained...same outcome. Mausi has an aversion to a wet and dirty surface and that made us reconsider letting her out for good. She is a house cat, a happy house cat who is part of our family...who am I kidding, she is the matriarch of our family knowing full and well that we are putty within her paws.

Biggi