Katie will usually dash out the door whenever it's open to stalk among the plants and let free her inner tiger. She never goes far and is usually ready to come back inside pretty quickly. We just check on her after a while. If she's not ready to come in then, we check on her a while later and shake her bag of kitty treats and she'll come running.
This morning she dashed out the door to guard the house from her favorite place hidden among the big leaves of the plants by the front porch. When I checked on her she didn't come running and I couldn't see her at all. I went back inside and was about to shut the door behind me when this white and calico blur of fur lept through the door and slid to a stop on the living room's wood floor.
The umpire yelled, “SAFE!” The judges gave her all 10s. The crowd roared. Miss Kate, of course, demurely licked her paw and pretended not to notice any of it.
But she knew, make no mistake about that. She knew she deserved no less.
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