Sunday, February 21, 2010

Call of the Wild...

Auggie is an indoor cat... he just doesn't know it... which makes entering or exiting the house a maneuver worthy of a new Olympic event. For quite some time, "Auggie lockdown" has become a routine part of socializing... table set...check, candles lit...check, Auggie ensconced in a bedroom...check. It's proven to be much more hospitable than screeching incoherently at guests ...the cat... the door... look out... hurry... close! Or pushing past with a windblown curse while diving off the side of the porch in hot pursuit. Last month, Auggie slipped out... unnoticed... he was missing for twelve agonizing days... he returned home dirty... weak... tired... a bit dehydrated and a great deal lighter... It's been a slow and steady mend, but he's nearly back to his old self. So much so, that yesterday he made an (unsuccessful) attempt at a break for the wonderous world beyond. A wild squirrel that finds itself trapped inside and is mad to get out... that's him. A persistent, albeit reluctant, cat wrangler... that's me.
(Please excuse the poor quality of the photograph... Auggie does not adore the intrusive camera, nor the obnoxious flash, nor at the moment, the photographer.)

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