Friday, November 02, 2012
It's a Great Big World Out There
We brought Luna home from the animal shelter about three years ago and she's lived her life happily as an indoor kitty ever since.
Then, Celine passed away unexpectedly and she was abruptly without feline company, however grumpy it may have been. We began to notice that she would sit on the windowsills of our basement suite, watching Willow play and frolic outside with us, and cry. I broke our hearts.
Before long, in an incredible demonstration of her physical strength and mental will, she began to routinely pry open the sliding window screens and escape. This, in spite of the fact that we used strong packing tape to secure them shut.
The Frenchman and I deliberated on the ramifications of giving her more freedom out of doors and determined that, if she was to remain safe, it wasn't an option while we were living in Itty Bitty Ville, for many of the same reasons we opted out of raising chickens there - too many free ranging dogs in the area, too many feral cats and coyotes, and the close proximity of a road with fast moving traffic.
We also felt that she couldn't afford to get lost so close to our impending move, in the event that she couldn't or wouldn't return home before we turned our backs on the place for good.
Nevertheless, we did feel that, in all fairness, she should be given the option to roam as she so clearly desired, knowing full well that indoor kitties have a better survival rate than outdoor kitties. She would simply not listen to reason, so we made sure she received all her vaccinations before we moved and prepared her for her change of lifestyle. Once she was familiar with her new environs inside, we enlarged her territory and let her explore further afield during daylight hours.
Fortunately, the very wind that I abhor also seems to serve as something of a force field keeping her close to the house, for now.
She makes short forays across the gravel drive to the scrappy grass, a delicacy for her when it's sweet and green and, no doubt, a huge disappointment for her in its present state.
Here she is bravely placing herself between Willow, who is out of the frame, and The Ball. This cat has guts, I tell you.
She's no more impressed with the wind than I am and can be seen here giving it her best glare - the cat version of "the finger" - while it ruffles her fur.
Overall, Luna has been noticably happier, more affectionate, and content in her new home and with her increased independence. As long as she remains unharmed, we're happy, too.