Going Out

 

Going Out

(of my room and into the yard)

Henry, here. It’s beginning to look as if this will be my forever home. My person gave me the grand tour of the house. Rather odd, there is a garden in the middle of the house. She calls it the atrium. And there’s a large garden in the rear of the house. I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, however I’ve never experienced being outside. It took me some time to slowly step out, and she was out there so I didn’t feel so frightened. Wow! The sounds, the smells, the breezes – really overwhelming and scary, but pleasant at the same time. I lasted a few minutes – but needed to go back inside to recuperate from sensory overload. My person also showed me my own door – I don’t think I’ll ever use it because I only want to be out when she’s out there.

There is so much to take in – the first morning out of my room was interesting in that my person had a newspaper and I made sure not to be close to her. I had always thought that newspapers were used to hit cats – mainly me! Here we go again, I’m thinking. But, no – she just holds it and, I guess, reads it. Strange, but nice.

I made sure to let her know that I like a big breakfast – kibbles just doesn’t do it for me. I paced and whined in the kitchen until she finally caught on and opened up a container of wet food. Actually, very good food. And….there is always a bowl of kibble to snack on! I’ve almost forgotten what a hassle it was to eat at the shelter. Being surrounded by a lot of needy, hungry cats doesn’t make for a relaxing meal!

Personally, I think I’m making some progress here, and though I’m not the type to pray, I am fervently hoping this is my forever stay and my person and I will start to bond. I’ll continue my story later.

Kind regards,

Henry