I was able to spring my cats from quarantine two weeks ago, and they are settling in nicely. Too nicely for my taste as they have officially become indoor/outdoor cats. I knew it was inevitable, but it's been hard to watch their transformation from housecats to prowlers of the suburbs . I wouldn't normally choose to let them be outside cats because there's so much danger out there, but there was no alternative. You see, here there are no such things as screens on windows or screen doors. Everything is wide open to the great outdoors, and since it is early fall, still quite warm and no such thing as air conditioning, the doors and windows are kept open when I'm home.
Big Cal is addicted to the underbelly of the house which is a good thing. The sun is so hot here because of a lack of ozone layer, and skin cancer is prevelant. Lots of kitties end up with skin cancer, and it's common to tattoo white ears to prevent this. So the more Cal chooses to stay in the shade the better.
It took Olivia a bit longer to put her precious paws on the wonders of grass, and for a while I was hopeful she'd have no part of it. Unfortunately, she's now just as keen as Cal to go out. No more happy housecat - she's joined the feline liberation movement.
The only rule is they must be in the house when I'm not here. As if that will keep them safe...
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