Out

Today was Moby's day to Go Out. We'd done it once before, with harness and leash. He's just too old a house cat, with too many feral cats in the neighborhood, to risk him bolting off and getting lost and rolled. But today was Spring, to all of us, felines especially. I got out and watered and mulched and planted, and Moby HAD to come out as well. So I took him out, and wow was it great. Warm breezes and lot of smells and he had to go out many times. Then D brought him out, back, then as I dug the second hole in the lawn - to the front. Where he got to eat grass and have a good hork (although he went inside for that, and D shoved him back out instead.) He even got out while out of harness, but we kept him on the porch. He wanted to jump - no idea where he thought he was going to jump TO, it would have taken him right through the red bush, but I got in front of him, and he scurried, whoopity scoot, back inside.

And he wanted to go out again this afternoon. Braver each time.

"Out! Very excited!"

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

"Ah, dustbath!"

... (sensing an entanglement)