Thursday, March 22, 2018

Brody Al Fresco

Our cats are indoor cats and always have been (well, ever since they were taken in as homeless kitties, that is). When we got them from the shelter in Connecticut, we had to sign a contract saying we'd keep them indoors because too many cats get lost, hurt, or killed when they go outside. I was fine with this and I actually preferred it, but I know sometimes that many indoor cats would love to go outside. They are animals, after all. Brody especially would often try to sneak outside and sometimes he made it, but fortunately he stuck around the perimeter of the house (except for one notable time in Connecticut when he escaped out into the woods around our house and was gone for a day and I was beside myself with grief over it, and then he showed up meowing to be let in and everything was right in the world again! #neveragain). 

Anyway, one lovely day last June I took Brody on a supervised trip outside. I knew he wouldn't run away, especially since he didn't have his usual feisty level of energy (sadly). I'm so glad I did this; he really enjoyed it, and it was so nice to see him luxuriate in the great outdoors, and I love the pictures I took that day. They are treasures for me now, as is the memory of that sweet experience.

The warm pavement must have felt so good. 😽

Brody loved Boo Boo. 😚 He was the cat who really wanted to be a dog.


Regal. 👑 Sometimes you can see why ancient Egyptians worshipped cats.

The imitation game...

A close-up of Brody's boyfriend. 😻 Or "boo-friend" as I liked to call him, since his name is Boo Boo. I know, I'm a genius.

I like to imagine and I truly do believe that this is what Brody is experiencing in heaven every day now, alongside Christy and Yogi. As wonderful as it must be, I hope that Boo Boo and Bentwood and Violet won't be joining them anytime soon.

I miss him so much!