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This gave me a good giggle, so I'm sharing to brighten your days too. Is this a nod to anyone's cat here?
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Bella doesn’t really try to get out anymore. She escaped once, when she was a kitten, to the dangerous outside and was terrified by our lawn care service. Eight years later and she knows the sound of that man’s truck and goes into a deep state of hiding until he’s gone. So it’s not Bella trying to pull a fast one. That she might do at the dinner bowl but not the door.
My two were both rescued from the Great Outdoors, and are quite content to stay indoors. My furry boy did think he should try to go out to explore the neighborhood once when he first got here, but it wasn’t a great success for him. I was trying to get to work, but my elderly father had held the door open just a bit too long, and out ran my Eejit. He was so proud of himself, and of course, because I was on the clock, he tried to evade capture and make me late. Nervous but willing, he ran across two yards, embracing his freedom, but then my neighbor’s two little dogs saw him from the window of their house, and started yapping at him. He turned tail and ran straight home; I held the door open, and in he came, never to make a sincere break again. He talks a good game, but is really a scaredy cat. He gets excited about a lot of things that he sees from his own perch at the window (birds, other cats, squirrels and chippies, the occasional possum, etc.) but don’t believe him if he looks like he wants to get out and play amongst them– he’s lying! (To be fair, the shelter where I rescued him said he’d been found shot with a BB gun when they’d picked him up, so I don’t blame him for his more cautious approach to life. It’s a tough world out there for strays).
He sounds like a real character! I’m glad your rescue didn’t just neuter and release him. Some strays are really ready to be house critters.
I don’t understand that type of cruelty that happened to your poor boy. He is so lucky to have a loving and safe home now. It’s a sign of a wonderful home that he can show so much confidence after what he has been through.
Thanks for that. He’s a bit neurotic after all he’s been through, but he’s my boy and knows he’s loved, at least. He will never understand why I thought giving him a little sister was a good idea, though!