A cat can never be completely satisfied with the indoor life. We have to watch our doors every time they are opened. In spite of our constant vigilance, she slips out occasionally, like a gray shadow. All other activity comes to a halt and we turn into cat hunters. She knows she’s the prey. It usually doesn’t take long to capture our little runaway and bring her back into benevolent captivity. Her eyes gleam with dim remembrance of a feral life and she resumes her haunting of the doors.
I’ll probably release this post into the wild in the morning.
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