Well, he knows in at night and out in the morning. I’m talking about Skippy, in case you were wondering.
And this morning, before I opened the door, I took advantage of the fact that Skippy was right in front of me. I started stroking him. It sure makes me smile when he lifts his butt in the air. But no matter how fine that stroking felt to him, he still wanted out.
When I finally got up, I found him on the bank, sleeping between some mondo grass. One of his usual spots. I’m looking forward to the day when he’s just as comfortable inside as he is out. I think one of the things with being in is he’s not really sure where he’s supposed to run when there’s a chance some kitty might decide to rumble. And he can’t relax. But he is eating from the cat feeders and as I mentioned before, he loves the water fountains.
He even came into the garage last night when I fed the cats (if you were watching the dinnercam, you might have seen him). He didn’t stay long, he sniffed a bowl and left. I saw him eating the same food in the office not ten minutes later. I guess he just didn’t like the company.
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