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It's Going To Be A Long Summer

It's going to be a long summer, and why is that? It's because my cat Tiger longs to be outside. He's an inside cat. He has no claws in his front paws. He's accustomed to sleeping on big, comfy beds. He knows nothing of cars driven by eager teenagers who throw their cars over the hills with no regard for what little critter might be crossing the street.

If Tiger were to be squished by a car, it would take weeks or even months for us to recover from the loss. And it would take weeks or even months for us to overcome the guilt we would feel from letting him roam without proper training.

During the summer, when we go in and out through the doors that lead to the patio, Tiger waits for these doors to open so he can dart out and explore the outside. He nibbles on the ornamental grass in the mulch beds, walks the length of the retaining wall, and plots his escape beneath the gates and into the big world beyond. We let him experience the patio with supervision, but sometimes we just want to keep him inside. It's like when you have a toddler, and you just want her to take a little nap so you can relax for and hour.

When we don't let Tiger go outside, he sits at the door and meows. He meows so loudly and with such voracity, it's an alarm sounding throughout the house. "Let me out, let me out, let me out, you bastards!"

So, that's why it's going to be a long summer.

Comments

dive said…
That's a cool picture, Robyn.
Tiger's put on some weight since Christmas.
Cats and cars; that's always a tricky one. Try as you might, you can't tell a cat it's for their own good.
You have my sympathy.
Anonymous said…
I agree with Dive. What a cool picture! And...that's a great post, Robyn ... especially for us cat people. Tiger and Mike are my favorite "fat cats"! I guess all cats long for the outdoors. I'm glad Pepper and Callie are content with being on the back porch and looking out and feeling the breeze and smelling the scents of all of the birds and critters in the backyard.
PF
Anonymous said…
I love reading your cat stories. It always brings a tear to my eye as I fondly remember my kitty in Australia.
It's a difficult situation, but I understand how you just want to protect him.
Have you thought about a lead? I wouldn't do it personally, but it might help?
we do get attached to our pets. Growing up I always had a dog and living in the city they all somehow managed to get struck by cars one got crushed by a dump truck another got hit by a car going 80 mph on a city street throwing my dog into the air about 40 yrds and the driver just kept going. I still get teary eyed thinking about that and the disregard for my beloved pet.
Anonymous said…
Ah... Tiger. He has a good life and many big windows to watch the world from. You should do professional watercolor pet portraits... take them to Italian Festival, C-Days, or the fair. ;o}
Sassy Sundry said…
Nice to see the "b-word" making an appearance. So kitty uses it too, eh?
Scout said…
Dive, Tiger really has gotten rotund, hasn't he?

PF, Mike is a bit skittish about outside.

GG,my cat on a lead would drive him to anarchy, I'm afraid. Thanks for signing my map!

Rich,how awful about your dogs. People can be jerks.

Shannon, Canal Days is this coming weekend actually. I bet I could make a fortune. I'll set up my tent next to the elephant ears wagon.
Scout said…
Sassy, yes Tiger is a foul mouthed cat. You try to raise them right...
Alifan said…
Hi Tiger,my name is Oscar and I look like you..and my "she" who lives with me is like your "she"

Oh Tiger, I am just the same always wanting to go out, and when I get back in, she makes such a fuss of me, saying she is so pleased to see I have not gotten run over, as my sister did a few years ago....

I meow as well, especially at 3am cannot understand why she gets so upset about me wanting to go hunting at night, these humans are really strange aren't they, however I do get well fed, and I like being in charge!!!!!
Gina said…
My sister didn't used to let her old cat, who had her claws removed, out in her yard. But, her new cat has his claws, so he gets a big kick out of exploring. However, he can only stay in the back yard.
Scout said…
Alifan, that is just adorable. I love when you post pictures of Oscar. He does look like Tiger except for the color of his eyes.

Gina, how does your sister keep her cat in the just one part of the yard?
Daughter S2 and I were discussing orange tabbies over the phone the other night. Wild Thangs!!!!! Her's is an indoor-only cat...and makes all kinds of mischief, vocally, viscerally, viciously...but mostly e-villy. Yet she can't bear to let him out for the busy intersection outside.

Ours (coincidentally, procured by S2 after graduation ('I neeeeeeed a kittttttten'), a mere 6 months before she then moved away, is the same. He is my baby - and my alligator. Is the only cat my border collie Lucy respects. He makes life miserable and I love him even more for it. He gets to go outside, but that doesn't make him nicer the rest of the time.

Orange cats must be distantly related to tigers.

It's going to be a loooong drive to Indiana.
Scout said…
Dragonfly, Tiger is actually the most affectionate cat I have ever known. He lives for human attention, and he actually hugs. He paws at your leg until you pick him up, then he wraps his front paws around your neck and nuzzles and purrs. He is amazing.

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