Nothing. Nope. Nada. Zip.

Nothing. Nope. Nada. Zip.

Hobbes Feb2018Easter Sunday is a day of brightly colored eggs and fake grass and a lot of ham. I also ate the biggest sweet potato I’ve ever seen and I’m not even sorry.

The other thing I did on Sunday was sit outside and watch my cat chase bugs and lizards and even catch a small vole (which he did not hurt…though I cannot say the same for the lizard…sorry, Mr. Lizard).

Now that my hubby and I live, work, and travel full-time in our motorhome, Mr. Hobbes, the cat, has gone from being a happy indoor/outdoor cat to a being a slightly frustrated walk-on-the-leash-only-outside-while-supervised cat.

We’re at my mother-in-law’s house in Gastonia, NC, for the month of April while I work with a few terrific clients in person. She has a nice-sized back yard that is fenced in and welcomes us and the pets with open arms.

Because of that backyard, Mr. Hobbes and I go out there together and walk around. He wears his smart-looking red harness and I carry the leash.

And we’ve been practicing trust, which is a challenging thing with a cat. 

It goes like this: “Mr. Hobbes – I’m leaving your smart-looking red harness on you, but I’m unclipping the leash. You are free to wander, run, climb, and roll about the backyard at will as long as you stay inside the fence. The minute you try to slip outside the fence, you gotta go back on the leash or we go back inside. Go it?”

I imagine he nods his little orange kitty head in agreement. 

Yesterday found us outside in the backyard enjoying the warm spring weather. And honestly, I think we were out there for over two hours.

Yup – I sat and watch my cat wander the backyard for TWO hours.

That’s all I did.

And I gotta confess – it was gloriously relaxing.

Do I have point for sharing this story? Some deep and thoughtful ending? A sassy question for you?

Nope. Nada. Nothing. Zip.

I just totally enjoyed my two hours, sitting in the grass, watching my cat do his cat thing. And not once did he try escape.

Man, he was happy!

And so was I.

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