We have made a big mistake. We let the cats out of the house, and now they believe they are wild tigers. Forget Tony. We’re talking REAL wild tigers. Willie bounds from trunk to trunk without hitting the ground. And when he does, he sits there with his mouth agape just to rest–well and, you know, act the role. Ping is a little unsure, but she’s also mastered climbing these giant scratching posts. In her downtime she enjoys a tasty treat, a blade of grass.
I don’t dare let them leave my sight. Their outdoor time is now another chore to add to the list because, if I don’t, I will hear about it. Not a big, giant roar–but yowling indeed.
From deck cats to roam free cats. They’ve been let out of the cage. RAWR!