No kittens yet.
The Outdoor Cat is continuing to settle nicely into her prison cell, or as she’s finally beginning to understand, her luxury hotel room. She spends a lot of time sprawled in front of the window overlooking the front yard. In fact, near as I can tell, she sleeps there at night, so she clearly feels a lot more comfortable than the first night when she hid in the closet.
She’s certainly eating a lot, but that’s to be expected if she’s eating for six. And she’s gotten over all pretense of shyness. When I come into the room, she launches into a complex medley of meowing, purring, and head-butting. She does a convincing act of being happy to see me; even after I’ve fed her, so it just might be sincere.
She also makes a wide variety of meows and trills. While most of them are clearly feline-based, a couple reveal that she’s spent time watching movies: she has a growl that is a dead-on imitation of an Ewok, and a trill that sounds just like a Skeksis.
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