Our poor boy was going nuts in my aunt's little one room apartment without even a window to look out of. So she has taken to keeping him in a harness and letting him outside on a tether.
Now, I don't like the idea of cats on leashes. But I totally understand my aunt's fear that Biscuit will get run over or eaten by a passing dog. And of course I'm all for keeping little birdies and bunnies from death by claw or tooth.
( A question for other cat people - how do you deal with the inside / outside issue? How do other cats live? )
While I was there visiting, we let him off the leash. He romped and sniffed and rolled and had a great time. And then the real fun began.
Dakota, the neighborhood tramp showed up.
Who's this in my territory?
I bet I can sneak up without her seeing me...
Don't hallo me, you sassy little twerp.
Aw, come on and play with me!
I want none of this, back off! Can't you see my ears and the hackles on my back? Don't you understand cat-speak? I'm old, and this is MY turf.
Damn little upstart pipsqueak won't leave me alone. Maybe he won't see me here. If I sit like stone and don't look at him... maybe he'll go away.
She wouldn't play with me! I didn't mean to scare her, honest. I just wanted to runandjump and playandwrestle!! Oh well, I'll pounce on this fluffy stuffed thingee.
Hey, it looks a lot like my new friend!
Update: Don't miss this week's Friday Ark for more animalius. (is that a word? feh, don't quibble...) And this week's Carnival of the Cats will be purring at Boxing Alcibiades.