Moby has, for the first time as far as we know, gotten to go outside, unbagged and unboxed, and willingly. We have a small courtyard, fenced. Not that he couldn't escape, but we do use a leash, and it is a relatively small risk - given his proclivity to run toward us when startled.
He now wants to go out all the time, especially since seeing a mouse by the fence the other night, through the glass. Oh, brother, he wanted mouse. Nor does he seem to mind the rain. Only when his tail plopped into the inch deep puddle did he seem to mind, slightly.
We take him for walks in the hall. Today he flopped down across from our neighbor's door, and lolled. I noticed the door was ajar, and I know their two year old little girl is frightened of cats, sadly including Gentle Mobius, so I reached to gather him up. And noticed the glorious aromas of Indian food wafting out at me. Aha, I thought. Smart cat.
9 comments:
great picture! captures the long corridor of longing for mouse...
(O)good culinary sense.
Indeed smart! And congrats on having the sense to get a leash for him!
Aw. I'm a sucker for these Moby pictures, you know. I love them. They make me miss having a cat.
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He's not fond of the leash, but he tolerates it. When we first had him, and he would walk beside us around the apartment, we figured he was a cat who would deal with being walked.
Moby is Cat to several friends, and several maintenance men. Sitting watching a movie, Moby on a stool behind us, guy came in to fix the sink. We realize he has not gone to the bathroom, but is approaching Moby, who is putting up his head to be petted to the sounds of Italian cooing.
We got a note from another saying he was getting a new part for the toilet, and that he'd played with the cat. Which we knew, because he showed up on the Mobycam.
So, you know, he spreads his feline love.
Perhaps I will add a Photo-Moby sidebar.
Zhoen, sorry I haven't been here for a long time, I'm just catching up -- and as usual, finding much here that delights me, much to admire in your prose and in your spirit. Thank you. It's what I need these days.
The picture goes with the prose so well. Go Moby go!
(raises hand to vote for the Photomoby sidebar)
I bet I know how he dries his paws when he's been out in that rain.
I'm with udge on the sidebar.
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