the kitten chronicles - part 184

It seems Rooney's traumatic experience with the outside world has smartened him up. Now he looks outside when I open the door to bring in the Globe and Mail and if it's raining (and isn't it always these days?) he turns back inside as if he knows standing under a yew tree soaking wet and shivering is not at all desirable. Instead he immediately flops on his side in front of the hot air vent and begins to purr loudly. Indoors is OK. Just look at the feral cat with ratty looking matted fur and snow on him. Wouldn't want to be him. And so begins another day in the indoors paradise that is Casa Big Cat. Yesterday, the boys enjoyed a full day of the house with the furniture in a new position. For them it's like changing the rides at an amusement park. So they eagerly ran at full speed across two tables leaping over chairs - new and more challenging obstacles! Change is good. xxx dad