There are times when it’s hard being a cat in my house. I mean, there are only so many hours in a day and there is a LOT of sleeping to do! It’s a rough life. Oliver Twist and his hard-knock life have nothing on my cats.
My cats are both indoor cats. They are NOT allowed outside. At all. Ever. They have learned this very well because the one time that Bob fell out of the bathroom window (first floor of the house) he was freaked out and trying to jump back INTO the house through that window (which was about 7 feet off of the ground). He almost made it, too.
This is when I feel bad about keeping them inside. Jay refers to this move that Bob is doing as ‘Bob melting into the floor’. They are both attempting to hunker down… ears flat against their heads… and Bob is just barely peeking up over the edge of the screen. The bird feeder is out there and sometimes the sparrows or morning doves will walk up onto the porch to get the seed that has fallen onto the porch. Perhaps that’s what the cats were watching…
Nope. It was a giant rodent! Jay has referred to it as a giant chipmunk. lol All the cats know is that they are supposed to chase it and eat it. Is it mean that I keep them from being able to act on their natural instinct? Is it terrible that I torture the cats by feeding the birds so that they can watch them? Chester loves watching the morning doves, and Bob prefers the rabbit or chipmunk that periodically show up. Am I a mean momma?
Oops… there it goes. Oh well, it will be back. When it does reappear I will once again be wondering if I’m terrible by enticing the rodents and birds in where the cats can see them. *sigh*