Thursday, September 01, 2005
  My bum cat
Kitten hears my car now and waits at the door. When I open it, she darts out. She did this Saturday, after my hurricane exile. I said, "Screw it," and left her outside until I could gather myself.

Well, then she got out again on Tuesday night. Alli was coming over for dinner so I didn't have time to go crawling into the crawlspace of my house to go get her. I left her out. She came in nicely when I got home from dinner at midnight or so. Unfortunately, then she came up on my bed and was hissing at all the innocent fluffballs rolling around on the ground. So I picked her up to take her out of the room and you would NOT believe the freaking banshee wail she let out. SCARY! Alli just sat there with wide eyes, no doubt thinking, "And you have that cat WHY?"

Then again yesterday, when I got home from class, she darted out of the house. I followed her. She seems so happy out there. She eats the grass and pads around, stretching fanatically and pawing at the ground. I couldn't make her come back in. "Have fun, sweetie!" And I left her out. I woke up at around 2 a.m. and went out to get her. There she was with the skinny cat with a moustache I always call "Bigote".. he's the only cat I've ever seen approach her, when she was outside on her harness, without her hissing straight off. Kitten actually has a friend!

I picked her up and she LET ME and we walked calmly back into the house, her closing her eyes and purring the whole time. When I woke up this morning, she was in bed with me. For the first time in months. Then she LET ME pet her and purred, even.

So I guess I should just let her be an outdoor cat for a few hours every night. I think it may very well be worth the slim chance something bad could happen to her. She's so darn happy out there; there's no way I can deny her that.

Of course, this morning she darted out the door when I opened it for Fluffy to come in. I caught her and put her back in the house.. Give the damn cat an inch!
Stacey, have you ever given her some cat grass?

You can usually find it at the pet store.

One of my cats used to long to go outside, and would happily go out on a leash, just to eat the grass. Once i put grass inside, her longings to go out were lessened greatly.
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

Location: Fort Lauderdale, Florida, United States


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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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