Every day, Rudy gets just a little closer to his normal self after his stay at the hospital. The last two mornings, he’s rediscovered that playing with wires will get me out of bed to feed him.
A little before noon today, he was looking for trouble. He went out on the catio for a bit, but came back in the house and just had that tell-tale look in his eyes, so I took him to the park. We haven’t been there (or anywhere, really) in a while, so it took him a few minutes to get his bearings and actually start moving.
A lovely couple was admiring my fine feline specimen and I told them, “His name is Rudy and if you call him, he’ll probably come over to you.” So they did. And he did. Because he never gets tired of hearing how handsome and sweet and friendly he is. He doesn’t get that kind of validation at home.
He met two more people and three more dogs on the woodsy trail, he took a leak in a pile of muddy leaves, and gave himself a quick bath while balancing on a fallen tree. He hissed and smacked me then tried to bite me when I picked him up to get him to go back toward the car. Good ol’ Rudy.
Two people who saw us were kind enough to inform me that I was “walking a cat! On a leash!” Yes. Yes, I was.
