Tuesday, June 23, 2009
'I know why the caged bird sings...'
Since Little Kitty died, our other cats have not been outside.
Nor will they ever go again.
It's sad. I feel bad for them, but I think they're getting used to it. They don't spend their days meowing at the back door anymore - or at least not as much. And it seems they've given up trying to escape whenever someone comes or goes.
Instead, they've settled for staring longingly out the window, pawing at mosquitoes and mewing at birds taunting them on the other side of the glass.
I told one the other day that someday I'd even pet her again! As soon as this baby learns to walk. And I regain use of my arms.