Our darling cat, Parker, is now an indoor/vaguely outdoor cat. Due to circumstance, he has always been stuck indoors and has really struggled with it. His hunting instinct is so strong- he really enjoyed using those skills when we were evacuated back to my parents' house after Hurricane Katrina. I, however, did not love waking up to dead mice and voles at my bedside. I think his time would have been much better spent in learning to bring me tea or breakfast in bed each morning.
At any rate, in our new house (which, yes, I know I promised a tour of...it remains forthcoming) there is a lovely little enclosed courtyard so we decided to let Parky Pants roam freely between it at the confines of the house until I muster the fortitude to let him really be an outdoor cat. I am not sure that day will ever arrive. At least this is a start for all of us. He has mastered use of the cat flap on the kitchen door, and yesterday I saw him stalk, kill, and eat a bee. Lovely.
In embracing the not-so-great outdoors, he has developed an affinity for one particular potted tree in the yard.
You talkin about me?
He likes to bathe whilst in his favorite pot.
Sadly, he doesn't understand that bathing in a pot full of dirt continues to leave you dirty. He gets very frustrated by this.
And then, there is a bit of jungle-gym action in the pot.
A nap usually follows this maneuver. Such a tough life...
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