#explorer cat

[kittymeiga]

So much water! So many rocks to climb!

We went to visit the seaside today. Here's Meiga having a blast! 🌊🐈‍⬛

[meowlovers]

[tonks-thecat]

Tonks on the rocks

[miloroastscoffee]

Exploring JP's desk.

[star-dragon-ghost]

[aliee80]

Bruno went exploring today :)

[pookamaeandladyclementine-blog]

Lady Clementine Explores the Great Outdoors

Lady Clementine scared me, a lot, last night.  Miss Lady Clementine is tough, clawed, and stealthy.  She is also dainty, small for her age and a bit of a whiner.  Before moving in with me, Clem was a stray:  a very refined stray, already spayed and well aware of the in-workings of the indoor life.  I consider Clementine more of an explorer, than a street wise urban kitty.  In Austin, she would often ask to be let outdoors at night and she would wander the parking lot and peek through the windows of the neighboring apartments.  She would never cross Duval or 45th, avoided the bus stop and was content to just lay on the sidewalk outside my door and watch the world.  Her evening outings usually lasted about an hour. 

Last night Clementine requested to be let outdoors, into the wilds of my mom's yard, and yet uncharted territory of the neighborhood.  Here, there are no busy streets or late night dog walkers or bicyclists, to limit her explorations.  After Clem had been outside for about an hour, I began to check the front door to look for her yellow eyes shining in the dark.  After two hours, I turned on the flood lights that filled the whole yard with light to look for her, and stood in the middle of the front yard in my nightgown calling to her.  I decided to camp out on the living room couch, which is in direct view of the front door, and began a vigil until my little girl came home.

After three and a half hours I text Robert, panicking, loudly via text message.  I decided to go to bed and search for my cat at dawn.  I set my alarm for 5.30 a.m. convinced that Lady Clementine had been cat-napped, attacked by my neighbor's four fat cats or decided to break her mother's heart and leave for good.  I could not sleep.  At 2 a.m. I went downstairs in one last desperate attempt to look for Clementine, and there she sat, cold and hunched over, at the front door waiting to be let in. 

She has spent the entire morning sleeping.  An obvious attempt to catch-up after the night's adventures.