My Cat's Short Tail

I love my cat dearly, my sister gave him to me after my previous 2 cats had been killed in road accidents.

She made me promise to keep in indoors whilst I live in this home, and it's a promise i've kept in fear of the road outside and the squishable nature of cats versus cars.

But every now and then he pines for the outdoors, and if the weather is nice and it's daylight i'll indulge him by putting a lead on him and letting him explore my yard.

Tonight was one of those nights, he seemed so keen to be outdoors. So I put the lead on him and opened the rear door, and he hopped outside with a spring in his step.

I sat down on the bench outside and let him sniff about but no sooner was he outside then he started crying and refused to move from the back door.

So I got back up and opened the back door to present him with a choice and he bolted back indoors, hurrying to keep up with him I ran in after him as he sprinted away up the stairs.

Realising that he was soon going to snag on the end of the lead and possibly tumble down the stairs I realised I had to let go of the lead.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing because it tells me that before I did this I really should have thought to have locked the lead, because it is one of those spring loaded ones that self recoils with a velocity designed to real in dogs.

He had disappeared around the corner at the top of the stairs when I heard the yelp followed by the sound of my cat bolting and leaping up and beyond my coffee table, then I heard the contents of the table duly scattering to the four corners of my flats living room.

I ran up the stairs to check he was ok, but I must admit that my concern for his wealthfare was a very thin mask covering up a healthy laugh.

I dont think he'll ever wear the lead again.

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