I put a chair near the window so Minnie could look out, but she soon got bored with that. Because Minnie’s so affectionate and loves to cuddle, I always thought she’d make a good indoor cat. But yesterday, I saw how much I don’t know about Minnie. I only know what I see, what she shows me. Like most of the animals on the farm (except the dogs) Minnie has a whole other side to her, a whole other life that doesn’t include me. And for all I know, that part of her life, the part I don’t know about, is who she really is.
When I put Minnie on the chair to gaze out the window, as I’ve seen many other indoor cats do, I thought she would be content. But she didn’t sit there for long. When she realized she couldn’t get out the window, she jumped off the chair and hobbled to the door. There she sat butting her coned head against the door trying to get out. What could I do, I opened the door. She took off before I could get my shoes on. I chased her around the studio where I caught her just before she tried to crawl into the hole under my studio. ( The one where there woodchuck used to live until Frieda found it). She wouldn’t have made it into the hole, not with her cone on, but I was surprised that she even knew about it. It’s obviously a safe place for her, one of her hiding spots.
She got up on the sill before I plucked her off. After that, I put the screen in and put Minnie back on the cushy pink chair, where she fell asleep, tired from all her adventures.
That’s when I realized that Minnie is not an indoor cat. She may like to snuggle in my lap or on the couch once in a while, but Minnie, born feral, prefers to be outside. Maybe not on snowy winter nights, or when she’s in the mood for some loving, but in general, Minnie is an independent cat, living her own life, making her own decisions (except when we humans intervene that is). And I have to say, that’s one of the things I love about Minnie and Flo and all outdoor cats. That I can’t really know them, that they are mysterious and self-sufficient. That they live their own lives and I am just a part of it. The part where we come together. And most of the time, it’s more up to them when this happens than me.