I wasn’t feeling well yesterday and fell asleep before I could post yesterday, so today’s installment includes both yesterday and today’s writing.
Sure enough, Jacoby’s human got his harness-coat and leash down from their hook on the back of the door. She also put his square blue heating pillow into the little oven. She put on her foot covers – a sure sign they were going outside – and called him so she could “get him dressed.” This was his least favourite part of going outside, but he put up with it because it was worth it to get out of the territory. The females didn’t seem to care about getting out as much as he did; Jacoby figured it was because they didn’t have the native drive to patrol a large territory the way a male did – even if he wasn’t a tom.
The other human yelled a lot of instructions as they got ready to leave. Both Jacoby and his human sighed and rolled their eyes; he did this every time they went outside the territory. Nothing ever happened that warranted that much yelling, but that didn’t seem to bother him.
Finally, Jacoby and his human got out into the hallway and headed towards the room where Jacoby’s stroller was stored. Jacoby loved his stroller; it was like his den, but moveable. When it was hot, he had a little thing that spun and blew cool air on him, and when it was colder, he had his hot pillow. Since his human had the hot pillow and had put on one of his coats rather than his harness, he braced himself for cold weather. He jumped into his stroller while his human did something with the wheels and clipped him in.
Jacoby meowed excitedly to his human as she pushed him from the elevator to the door that led outside. The cold air slapped his whiskers; even though he was expecting it, it still took him by surprise. His hindquarters, sitting on the hot pillow, were still cozy and warm, however. He hunkered down to absorb more of the heat.
They rolled past the subway entrance, so Jacoby knew they weren’t going to ride on the train. Probably going to the place his human called the “post office.” Sure enough, that’s where she started wheeling him.The post office was a favourite place of Jacoby’s. The humans there all knew him and liked him. Most of the humans there stayed behind a short wall, but they would come out to pet him and talk to him. Jacoby always enjoyed going there, even when his human got things and made his share his stroller with them.
As they went back outside and started towards home, Jacoby knew that he would get to jump out of the stroller and walk as much as he wanted. That was his most favourite part of their outings. He loved his territory, and the hallway outside, but there really wasn’t anything like walking outside in the open air. Jacoby thought of the stories Kylie told of the cat ancestors who lived outside and ate little animals and didn’t have humans to take care of them. Kylie had heard these stories from her mother, and she insisted that they were true. Jacoby wasn’t sure about that; he’d never heard stories like that from HIS mother. Although, now that he thought about it, his mother’s stories were mostly about his father, who had died before he was born, and about the other Abyssinians who they were descended from. She had told him that all Abyssinians needed to know where they came from. They weren’t like ordinary cats, she had told him. They were special. They had lived with humans longer than the other breeds and they had a special bond with them that other cats didn’t have. Angel’s mother had told her similar stories, so he supposed they must be true. Jacoby figured that both sets of stories could be true, since Kylie wasn’t an Abyssinian. If they were, the cat ancestors Kylie had were very different from the ones Jacoby and Angel had.
Jacoby leapt out of the stroller and marched alongside it and his human, his tail held high. He played games with his human, going to the very end of his leash and then suddenly stopping, and then running as fast as he could so she had to run to keep up with him. That never failed to make him purr.
When the path took them away from the water and back to the big road, Jacoby knew his human wanted to stay on the side with the fence, so he pulled on the leash as hard as he could towards the little building behind the hard netting. He wanted to see the other cats who lived there.