Phoebe does not like the wet lawn. We’ve had rain for the past couple of days. Yesterday it was heavy at times. Well, Phoebes was in the little plastic “television” cathouse, out by the rosebushes. A cat can get there by walking on the decorative blocks that are in front of the roses and not have to walk in the grass. During a respite, I went out to check on the cats who were out there.
Phoebe came out of the television and let me pat her head. Then she walked into the grass. She took a few steps and stopped in her tracks. She picked up one of her back legs and shook it. Put it down. Did the same with the other. She didn’t know what to do, her feet felt funny. She would not walk. She would not move. I picked her up and put her back in the television.
Then when I had all the cats in last night and didn’t see her, I went out in search of her. There she was in the television cathouse. She got out, thinking she was going to head for the back and I wouldn’t get her there. I smiled at her as she stepped on the lawn. It was still wet. She wouldn’t move.
Picking her up and bringing her inside was child’s play.
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