September 12, 2013
Oops, cat got outdoors. He
pushed his way out, squeezing through the door that stood ajar, a gap wide
enough for his large feline body to pass. Sauntered around the perimeter of the
property, sniffing here and there, quietly taking in all of the available escape
routes. I weeded while he made his way to the back chain link fence, around the
corner to the side of the house and back. Feared he would startle and bolt
under the tilted gate and be lost to me. I called him to me and scooped up his
fat body, hugged him tight until I got him back into the safety of the familiar
house. A few salmon treats make him forget he was free for a time.
Prior to his escapade in
the great outdoors, he was content to be hunkered on the window ledge, watching
the squirrels and birds flit around in the yard. Now he meows in complaint, to
be let outside. I hesitate to allow him
to roam with the other rascally neighborhood cats. No telling what gang
activity he will encounter on the streets, dealing drugs, stealing bikes, entering
into homes and unlocked garages, strewing litter all over the alleyways,
smoking cigarettes, tossing ratty furniture to the curb, etc. There are black
cats out there as well, soliciting more gang members and wreaking havoc.
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