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Marina, Frank and Nikki
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>Aww, that's nice. But it's true that cats' behaviour can change a lot when
>they are outside. I see it every summer on the island, when Nikki turns into
>a little wildcat (Frank remains his own lovable, tame self).
Puss Puss, the oft-mentioned little huntress that was my DH's kitty,
went with Lynda and her grandparents to a cabin in upstate New York
for a month every summer. It was a cat's paradise, with a whole
forest to roam in, a stream feeding a lake that were both within a
cat's range, and all the comforts of home when she wanted them.
When they were getting ready to leave though, they had a terrible time
rounding up the cat and were forced to keep her in the cabin for a few
days prior to departure, unless they wanted to wait around with
everything packed, hoping the cat would show up to accompany them.
Reading about the island has always made me wonder if you had the same
problems with Nikki and Frank. Are they prone to get "lost" when
you're trying to leave?
Regards and Purrs,
O J
Marina - 01 Sep 2004 16:49 GMT
> Reading about the island has always made me wonder if you had the same
> problems with Nikki and Frank. Are they prone to get "lost" when
> you're trying to leave?
Do they ever. ;o)
When they were younger, they would go off for several days at a time,
especially Nikki. When we got out to the island and I let Nikki outside, I
always knew I wouldn't see her quite a while. Frank would mostly stay closer
to home, and especially in the beginning he would come and call for me if I
was inside, and then I had to go out and watch him play. But by and by he
would start making longer trips too. Lately, they have stayed pretty close
to home, even Nikki doesn't disappear for more than a few hours at a time.
But when we are going home, I have to shut them inside a couple of hours
before we have to leave. Somehow, they know when we are going to leave. One
time, I was supposed to come to town with my brother's family. Everyone was
ready and packed into the boat, but Frank and Nikki where nowhere to be
seen. My brother waited half an hour, but then I told him to just go on, I
would have to make my own way another time, when the cats where there. The
minute the sound of the boat had vanished behind the headland, both cats
came strolling home casually. I swear they had been hiding until the boat
had gone. But I got them! I shut the door on them and called my brother's
mobile, and nice guy that he is, he turned back (well, he hadn't gone that
far) and came and fetched us.

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