Chasing Cats Through the Windows
My Kitten Sally has been so upset lately seeing a little
black cat out of the window. She has been literally jumping
from window to window meowing as she goes. She actually
gallops from room to room to try to get a better vantage
point to see this phantom cat.
She hasn’t actually had a conversation
with him yet, as far as I can tell, but seems fascinated
by his wandering the grounds outside our house. (You have
to remember that Sally and Sam are both indoor cats.)
So the extent of the cats’ social adventures
are watching out the windows from one to the next to catch
a glimpse of outside cats as they go by, the black and
white neighbor cat being the latest in a lineup of neighbor
Sally in particular is fascinated by outdoor
life. But she is the least likely to try to sneak out
when a door is left open a bit too long. Did I ever tell
you the story of how she fell out of the porch window
last summer? This is the last time that we kept the windows
open. The screens on the porch are not the most secure,
especially when a kitty is lying against them.
Now Sam, my beloved almost ten-year-old cat,
will try to sneak out any time a door is open. Any time
he gets out, it sends me into fits of tears. The last
time he snuck out, I was coming in the front door and
he was hiding behind a plant. He ducked out the door as
I was coming in.
Terry didn’t say a word, but quietly
went after him. That particular day, Herman and I were
looking at a possible new handicapped-accessible vehicle
and with the commotion and strangers about, Sam got out.
After seeing all the strangers and traffic outside, he
ran right back in, however. That hasn’t always been
The last time before this, when Sam sneaked
out, he was gone for several hours. I was completely inconsolable.
I imagine all kinds of threats and dangers to Sam’s
de-clawed, homebound body and I was so relieved when he
came back of his own accord.
At first I made Herman keep the door open
so if Sam did come back he could slip right in. After
awhile Herman convinced me this was ridiculous. He told
me Sam would come back in his own time and not to worry.
As I was still crying, Sam returned, much to my relief.
He, of course, acted as if nothing special had happened.
So Sally will have to be content with viewing
the outside cats from inside the windows. So far, it seems
to be working.
Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting
career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance
writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County. Previous columns
may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com