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Elie is a house-cat. Hardcore. He doesn't have claws, and has never been outside if he wasn't in a carrier. Our little domestic. So. Investigating my house yesterday, I opened a window and crawled out. Our backyard has a gate most of the way around it, so I brought the kitty out.
He was shy, and didn't move a lot, and when he did, he moved really slowly and cautiously. I heard Mike coming, and Elie's ears went back. I yelled for Mike to walk slowly, or bend down, or try not to freak out the cat. Poor guy's still crouched there, so I reach for him. He panics, and runs to the gate. Right into it. He changed direction and hits the other corner of the gate. He stops, looks at Mike, slams into the gate again. Don't get me wrong, I was still trying to snag the little guy, but he slammed into the fence one more time before I suceeded.
Head first -- right into the fence, scrunching up his whole body. Poor little domestic.
It was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.
He was shy, and didn't move a lot, and when he did, he moved really slowly and cautiously. I heard Mike coming, and Elie's ears went back. I yelled for Mike to walk slowly, or bend down, or try not to freak out the cat. Poor guy's still crouched there, so I reach for him. He panics, and runs to the gate. Right into it. He changed direction and hits the other corner of the gate. He stops, looks at Mike, slams into the gate again. Don't get me wrong, I was still trying to snag the little guy, but he slammed into the fence one more time before I suceeded.
Head first -- right into the fence, scrunching up his whole body. Poor little domestic.
It was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.