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When I first met Mac and Barry, they greeted Chaz and me at his front door, their little noses sniffing at the outdoors. When they moved here with Chaz, we had discussed letting them be outdoor cats, and quickly decided against it. Mac disagreed with this choice. He would try to get outside, and on occasion succeeded, but he usually ran for the closest clump of grass and starting eating. I got him a harness, and about once a week I take him outside for a few minutes and let him explore the back yard. He seemed to enjoy this.

I went to visit my mother at the beginning of October, and when I came back home Mac had managed to lose his collar. It was no big deal, since he's an indoor cat. We finally found where it had ended up (on the floor in Chaz's study, mixed in with some other stuff), and its safety feature had worked but it was no unusable. Oh, well, we though, he's an indoor cat.

A week ago on Thursday, when we had our regular group of friends over for dinner, I didn't see Mac inside right after the gang had moved over to the clubhouse. No problem, I thought. He'd been by himself in the bedroom, so he was probably just in one of his nooks. Nope. When I went back to the house to feed the boys, there was only Barry. I called in the house, but no Mac. Chaz went out the front door and called, but I went out the back door and called. A little gray furry shape raced out of the darkness to me, and I picked him up and brought him inside. Crisis averted, I thought.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving, and again no Mac once everyone (only about six of us) had gone over to the clubhouse. No one saw him go out, just like last week. Still, it was soon obvious he had gone out, and he wasn't in the back yard (or at least he wasn't coming when called). We had dinner (which was astounding delicious. Chaz really has figured out American Thanksgiving dinner.), and I worried, since we were eating at 6:00 and the boys' dinnertime is 8:50. At about 7:00, though, I went outside to check, and mentioned loudly that it was treat time (Mac's cue that it's time for our outdoor time to end), and once again a gray furry shape raced out of the darkness. I picked him up, and he leaped out of my arms to get inside and have his treat.

I'm pleased that he's coming back, and that he seems to be having fun, but I really don't want him to go outside on his own. He's a smart cat, and still very agile, but he's also ten years old. We'll have a new collar soon, so his tags will jingle, and dinner guests need to wait until I've put Mac in our bedroom before they head across to the clubhouse. I want Mac to enjoy his life, but I really don't want him outside. He's been less purry to me today, and is sleeping very deeply, so I think he had an exciting time yesterday. I hope he treasures the memories, because I really don't want him to do it again. (Mac disagrees.)

Date: 2016-11-26 01:43 am (UTC)
sovay: (PJ Harvey: crow)
From: [personal profile] sovay
I hope he treasures the memories, because I really don't want him to do it again. (Mac disagrees.)

Yikes. I am glad he's all right and I am also glad you have jingly tags on the horizon.

Date: 2016-11-26 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mevennen.livejournal.com
It's always very difficult. You have issues we don't have (larger, wilder wildlife) but we've still lost 2 cats in the last couple of years. Here, it goes with the territory: length of life versus quality (though some cats prefer not to go out). A hard one.

Date: 2016-11-26 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] klwilliams.livejournal.com
If we lived where you do I'd let Mac out. Similarly if we lived where Kari lives. We'd actually intended to let Mac be an outdoor cat, but there is a busy road at one end of our street (even busier now than when I moved here), and drivers don't look when they turn the corner. Mac has lived his entire life indoors, so he's just not going to be car-savvy (savvy about many other things). He loves being outdoors, but I just don't want him getting hurt (or killing other animals, which he dearly wants to do).

Date: 2016-11-26 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mevennen.livejournal.com
We have the same problem, in fact - the speed limit outside this front door is 70 mph and people exceed it. I always hope the cats go round the back of the house, which they mainly seem to do, but we've had one dog and one cat killed, and Rosie has never come home. I don't feel that it is fair to keep them in, but I think in Mac's case, if he's mainly been an indoor cat, it's justified.

Date: 2016-11-26 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] klwilliams.livejournal.com
There was just no place safe for the boys to go outside when Chaz lived in Newcastle. His front door opened right onto the sidewalk next to the street, and his back door led to a tiny garden that was next to an alley. I think Mac is getting to see a lot of the outdoors when I take him out, though my legs are so shaky I can't take him out often or for long.

Date: 2016-11-26 05:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] madrobins
Children so often have other ideas. (I'm glad he's back. Any chance you could staple a collar on him?)


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