When I get home from work, I need to scoop the litter boxes and feed the cats their nightly can of wet food. In between these two chores, I have to take the bag of litter box scoopings out to the garbage room. Jacoby generally accompanies me and then we have a little free-range hallway time. I prefer to have this one-on-one time with him, but occasionally Tessie will come along. I don’t like to take out more than two at a time, because it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep track of them all.
Basically, it’s like herding cats.
Which I am actually fairly good at, but just because you have a knack for something doesn’t mean you really want to do it all the time.
But lately, both Tessie and Angel have been insisting to be let out with Jake, and it’s hard to say no to them. It’s especially hard to not let shy, skittish Angel out when she asks, because it’s so rare.
She doesn’t often feel secure enough inside our apartment to parade with her banner tail held high!
Seeing it aloft in unfamiliar territory is just such a miracle!
Especially in the presence of Tessie, with whom she still has the most strained relationship.