What is up with the snow? I go out. My paws get cold. I come in. I warm up. I go out. My paws get cold, and there is no one at the door to let me in! I need my exercise. In just 10-12 short months I hope to be able to jump to the top of the fence like Nora can. I need to exercise to do that. Of course I won't let the people know. Then they'd keep in inside or insist on human supervision, but still. How will I ever reach that goal if I do not have full yard access?
This snow is cramping my style. I need to be able to come in frequently, but the people refuse to sit by the door. How hard is it really? Bring a book. Sit at the dining room table. I'll knock. Today I had to climb to the kitchen window. It's not hard to get up too, but that ledge is much too narrow. Turning around is a nightmare. I don't know how Nora and those squirrels do it. Today I executed a feat of acrobatics as I leapt mid-turn to the deck railing. It was beautiful. Unfortunately the people (Sean & Jesse) were so enthralled they missed the point... OPEN THE DOOR; IT'S COLD OUT HERE!)
Jen seems better. I have reclaimed by sleeping position on her feet, and she doesn't flinch. Nora still insists following her everywhere (even getting upset when Jen went to bathe. I understood her desire for just a little privacy). Each day she improves. It's not a lack of vigilance to allow her space.
In the meantime, Jen's renewed mobility means she's feeding me. Yum, and thanks.
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