Wong, indeed.I am relaly, relaly, torn about continuing to force Sampah to be an indoor cat, and despite this latest story of Reilly, I struggle.I do not have the financial or physical resources to make a Leopard Lounge in my yard, and my Leopard wants Out. He came from Out, a year and change ago, at about a year and a half old. I hoped he would accept being indoors, in time. But once again, Fall arrives, and all he does is cry. He quiets only when being petted or played with with the feather-onna-string.I grew up with indoor-outdoor cats. Some were lost. One lived to the ripe old age of 18. But my cats, for the past decade, have been kept in. It's safer. One got out a screen and was never seen again. I like to think he melted into the woods, fae thing that he was. I know his likely fate was much less noble. It's been ... 7, maybe 8 years now? I still dream about him. Cancer claimed his brother, too young at 11. But he died at home, comfortable as he could be when it was time for the vet's house call.But these, these were all just your run of the mill mutt cats. Noble, creatures in their own right, but far enough removed from their wild ancestors to be content batting jingling fleece balls about, happy gnawing on brooms. These were no Leopards. Sampah is Bored. And he cries. And I don't know what to do for him, other than give him the freedom to come and go as he pleases, knowing the high price we may pay. Is his happiness worth that? I don't know. I feel like I'm imprisoning him. Wong, indeed.Wong.

by Maria 04:53:20 PM 2012.12.08