Shortly after forcing me awake at 5 am and getting fed, both of my cats ask to go outside.
Scruffy just wants to do her business in my wife's garden - which is wonderful, lessoning my litterbox work and all, and is back within minutes.
Tiger, the wonder cat, goes on patrol. Goodness knows what this involves, but he owns the neighborhood, and I would not want to be the creature he encounters.
Then he pops back in and eats treats out of my hand. Does life get any more rich?
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