Cats are the strangest people. We adopted Toodles after the
first heavy snowfall last autumn. All through the winter she never once showed
an interest in going outdoors. That seemed logical to me. Inside it’s warm and
safe; there are good things to eat. Hunger, danger and cold are on the other
side of the door. But a week ago she suddenly decided to explore the garden.
Now she meows by the door until I open it. Then she goes out to eat a bit of
grass and comes back in to regurgitate it on my bed. Only my bed. Several times
in the last two weeks I’ve come into my room to find her napping in my
underwear drawer. It struck me as odd, since I couldn’t remember leaving the
drawer open. Then I caught her climbing the front of the dresser and opening
the drawer herself. MY drawer. This is starting to feel personal.
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