In human-year equivalents Blackso must be about my age now while Noodles is middle-aged. You can see the road that Blackso crosses every day to visit the park opposite, sometimes several times daily. Despite my repeated severe warnings to him he insists on taking his life in his hands, perches himself on the low wall and looks back at me defiantly while I frown at him from the window, my heart racing. The little devil has aged me considerably in the ten years I've had him. The wonder is that he's survived so long. Noodles, on the other hand, rarely crosses this road - and when he does it's usually at night or early in the morning when there's little traffic. Sensible chap.
Awww, so nice :-)
ReplyDeleteSo darned cute. But, may I ask if it is necessary for them to go out? A litter box would prevent anything from happening to them and keep you worry free.
ReplyDeleteI wish it could be so, Paul, but for me imprisoning a cat inside just doesn't bear thinking about. I know that mine would go mad in less than a day. I do keep two litter trays but have only ever witnessed Noodles using one, and that rarely - and never ever seen Blackso doing his business there even once. If I put him in one gently he immediately springs out. No, I'm afraid that giving them their freedom is just one of the hazards I've got to put up with. But the compensation for all the worry is enormous.
ReplyDeleteRay they are both too beautiful in that photo. Both look as happy as any creature could possibly be. That street looks scary; I can understand your apprehension.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kyle. They'll be chuffed when I tell them what you said. Actually, although it's bad enough, that road isn't quite as scary as it looks. There's parking along one side so that only one file of traffic can move at a time, directions alternating. So there are gaps, though I still reckon Blackso thinks he's invulnerable.
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