This morning I was letting the dog out, for the ninety seventh time, and noticed a miller stuck in the door frame. He was still alive though kind of sleepy. Simba, my ragdoll kitty loves to play with them. She picks them up and carries them around. Then lets them fly around with her chasing nimbly after them.It seemed like such a simple idea. Just open the door a bit and flick the miller back in the house for her. She was standing right next to me waiting for the treat. However, the groggy miller had a different idea. I flicked the miller, he woke up, and flitted out of the door with Simba racing after him. They both tore out onto the deck and under the railing.
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I might take a moment to explain that Simba is a house cat. She knows nothing of cars, foxes, or the humane society. Bred to stay in the house, she had never been loose outside before that moment.
My heart was in my mouth while I followed her out on the deck with only stocking feet on. I grabbed for her and she squished down and away as only a ragdoll kitty can. Finally she landed on the mulch in front of the deck and paused to check out where she was. I grabbed her and whisked her safely back into the house.
From now on she is restricted to house millers. The ones that are born in the house, to stay in the house.
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