Now that I’m letting her go outside every day, she’s gone all picky and turns around and runs back indoors if it’s cold. Or wet. Or she wants me to feed her.
Or if (as happened yesterday) the neighbour was getting her shed reshingled. Strangers were climbing on the roof! They were making loud bangs with hammers! The outcome: Greymouse running all over the house, tail in the air, ears perked. Then she fell asleep exhausted in my lap.
It’s been years since my last cat died – the superb Alexander the Great, pure white and with ten times normal cat personality. I didn’t realize I missed having cats around so much.