Tales "O Cats Page 2"
What the heck is going on? The big one is picking me up. This is not good. Usually this means a trip to the vet or medicine. I am not a happy kitty. What can I do? Nothing because he can corner me and pick me up. So, I let him get me. This will end with blood.
Nope – we are heading out the back door. He knows I don’t like to be picked up and held yet there he is doing just that. I am getting fidgety and he will not let me down. Hmm, we are walking around the outside and he is talking to me in a rather soothing voice. I am getting distracted with all the new sounds and smells. He knows what he is doing.
We walk around the rock wall around the back and he lets me smell the trees and bushes as long as I want to. Many, many new smells to process. After about ten minutes we head back inside. What the poop was that? I kinda liked it.
Next day and we do the same thing but only a little longer and he lets me touch the trees and sink my claws into the tree. Ooh, that feels so good. I am beginning to enjoy this “exploring bit” and I relax a little and start to observe what is going on. Maybe he knows what he is doing! This could get to be fun after awhile.
To make a long story short, we do the same thing for the next several days with me getting more and more mellow with this “carrying thing”. I am even starting to look forward to the big one getting home each day so I can go outside. I have processed many of the smells and I have put them in my smell bank for future reference. This is turning out to be a fun thing. How can this be a bad thing?
Wrong again! He came home today, picked me up and we went outside as usual. Then things went to upchucking. WE WENT OUT THE DOOR AND HE PUT ME DOWN!!! What the hiss? I looked around, felt the strange texture on the bottom of my feet and thought “this is not good. I need to get back into the house”. This sucks. The big one would not open the door. I stood there and whined, but to no avail. I was on the back porch and nothing between me and my feet but back porch. I feel a hair ball coming on.
The big one finally started talking to me in his soothing voice. Telling me everything would be ok and I needed to explore the “back porch” whatever that was. I looked around and there seemed to be no immediate dangers, I took a couple of deep breaths, put my nose up in the air and sucked in the new smells. Hey, these were not new smells. These were the same smells as when the big one held me and we walked around. Time to suck it up and explore the back porch. Besides, there was George cleaning himself and he was completely relaxed so he was not uptight, so I became not uptight.
I moseyed out to the edge of the porch but there were lots of dangerous looking “things” out there I was not ready to investigate yet. So I started sniffing every thing on the porch to put into my smell bag. I tell you, that kept me busy for awhile and I even started mellowing as I sniffed and learned. The big one stayed within site so that helped a lot. I trust him so it made my investigations much easier and I felt pretty darn safe with that big guy guarding me.
After awhile, realized this was a good place. Wow! If the back porch was a good place, then just think what all that other stuff off the porch would be. I was thinking who needed a littler box when all this new stuff could be pooped on and peed on. This was a revelation to me and I thought “A whole new life and so many adventures had just opened up to me. George was right. “Indoors suck!”. Us big boys belong outside in the great outdoors and I was ready to explore and see what this new life brings to me. Of course, as George reminded me, “Only during the daytime. Nighttime is not good.” I was ready for the daytime but I was not sure what “Nighttime was”. I would find out more about what bad things are in “Nighttime later from Lucy.
Dirty litter box, that George loves to play. I saw him run up one of the trees (he told me what a tree was) and it looked like a lot of fun. I tried it and it was not as easy as George made it look. It took me a couple of tries, but I finally make it up to the first limb. What a rush! I had no idea I was so strong and agile. The view was good and I could see the whole backyard.
When I came down, George was waiting for me and we romped and chased each other all over the back yard. I did not have to “skulk” anymore. I could run wide open and the speed was great – though at first I had trouble stopping in time. I ran into the tree trunks a couple of times before I learned about brakes. These trees beat the fuzz out of a wimpy scratching post. What a great day!!
I was getting a little worn out by now and I decided to go in and get some chow. Wouldn't you know, the big one was right there to let me in. How does he do it? I was famished and there in my bowel was some excellent chow which I made disappear quickly. I wanted to tell Abby about my day, but I saw my favorite napping spot and it was calling to me. How could I resist after a perfect cat day?
The rest is history. After a few more days, I felt pretty darn feline out in the back yard. The big one made sure I did not stray too far. He limited my range to the rocks around the back yard. When I trespassed, there were dire consequences with lots of yelling and a broom involved. I soon learned to stay in my neck of the woods. I really love it “outdoors” but I still have a lot to learn. George, Vera, and Agnes will all help me claim my place in the great outdoors. The big one helped a little.
Oh, I almost forgot. Lucy told me what happened to her mother that one terrible night. I cannot imagine what Lucy saw and felt as her mother was killed in front of her. She warned me to come in before it got dark or that could happen to me. She is so brave and I am so sorry about what happened to her mom. Getting up a tree very quickly is what saved her. When she decided to come back to the backyard, Lucy said the big one was so glad to see her and took really good care of her. It took her a long time to get over the horror but she did and now is a great member of the family. I Love Lucy.