|Charlotte in Max's arms|
after an earlier save today!
I'm just as ready -- I put my foot out and yell "Back Charlotte!" Which Charlotte interprets to mean "Run Charlotte". She makes it over my outstretched foot more times than not. After her mad dash, she goes flat in the grass, and if I don't get her right away, she nibbles a blade or two.
The screened- in backporch obviously does not begin to compare to the great outdoors. If Charlotte is birdwatching on the porch, and hears the front door lock turn, she hightails it across the house assuming her escape position.
This is one battle that I will NOT concede. Charlotte, like Micky and Merl, is an inside cat. An inside cat does not have to dodge cars or do battle with other animals. An inside cat cannot kill birds and baby bunnies. When I go home today I'll put the key in the door, stick out my right foot and scream, "Back Charlotte!" And, then I'll turn around and scoop Charlotte off the grass and take her back inside where she belongs.