A few evenings ago, while out on a walk with MamaDog, I caught a glimpse of a tabby cat lying in the tall grass not far from my house. She lay still for a moment, then disappeared. Could it be Gracie or Chloe? I’m betting it was.
The next day, a neighbor mentioned that he had seen a tabby cat wandering along the road, and that it did not look well. At this point, I became concerned, having closed up the barn a week and a half ago with Max and Hannah inside. If Gracie and Chloe are in the vicinity, I want them to be able to get to food and water.
This morning, I was left with no doubt that at least one of the two was trying to get home when I spotted a tabby cat in the grass next to my propane tank.
It was a difficult decision, but I decided to take a chance and open the barn back up. I’m trusting that Max is ready, even though he’s been here only a week and a half. Hannah has had a total of eight weeks in the barn and has already experienced the outdoors once and returned. I’m acting on faith, but I don’t know what else to do.
I opened the plastic slider on the cat door this morning, and Max, who by now follows me around everywhere, wasted no time in joining me outside. Interestingly, he was methodical and cautious. Having poked his head out to look both left and right, he slowly made his way through the door, ready to retreat at any sign of trouble.
He sniffed around the door jamb, explored the intricacies of the threshold, then slowly walked the perimeter of the barn taking note of every detail. He then followed me up toward the house and the edge of the forest, where he became bolder and more curious. I decided to leave him alone to explore.
In the meantime, I went back to the barn to see whether Hannah had discovered the open cat door. I found her sitting proudly outside the barn, enjoying the sunshine but ready to make a dash inside at a moment’s notice.