Call of the Wild

Our previously wild cat, Henry, has been living in our home now for six months.
About a month ago, I noticed him at the patio door looking out with interest.  Before long, he was standing up and peering out and then started pounding on the door.

So I decided to let him out because I did not want him to feel like a caged animal and be unhappy.  He would go out for a few minutes and then pound on the door to get back in.  As time has gone on, and spring seems to finally have arrived, he has been outside for up to three hours.  He always comes back which makes me happy.  Normally he comes in wet or dragging leaves and pine needles on his thick fur.  One morning I saw him take off and head hurriedly across Hwy 40 which runs in front of our home.  This is a very busy highway so now I only let him out the back hoping he will forget about what lies on the other side.

It seems that even though he is well fed, warm and very much loved, he cannot ignore the call of the wild.  At least he won't be making any little kitties while he is out and about.  

I can't really explain why I love this creature so very much.  It must be a combination of the throwback to my childhood of having tamed a wild cat plus his appearance in my world shortly after losing my sister.  He gave me focus at a time when I needed it.  Today I told him I love him to the moon and back!

Thought for the day:  Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!  Theophile Gautier