February 08, 2003

This morning I let Bella outside for the first time in six months. She stood on the doorstep for a good 30 seconds, poking her head this way and that, meowing faintly. She finally took a few steps outside and walked down the back stairs almost to the yard. But then turned right around and scratched at the door to get back inside.

I don't understand. She used to spend 10-12 hours a day outside, loving every second. Now she doesn't want to touch dirt with a ten foot pole. There's only one word for this....FRAIDYCAT.

Posted on February 08, 2003 02:12 PM

Who knew Bella was a wuss. I expected the first time she got out like that, a classic ride would pull up with a sexy cat at the wheel, and the cat would say, "Where you been all this time, Bella baby?" And Bella would say, "I took the easy road for a few years, but I'm back, and I got the fever like never before."

Funny how that didn't happen.

Posted by: jason on February 9, 2003 06:45 PM