Mikey communicated with me yesterday. Not quite like Lassie but close enough…
Since we have chickens (they are still here until Monday) the garden doors / gates all have to be closed. During the day so the chickens don’t go out, at night so no predators come in. I suppose it works against territory-rival cats too. Our visitors don’t know about that, and sometimes leave the gate open, and luckily so far I always caught it in time. This time I almost didn’t.
When I put Leilani to bed I noticed Mikey was not there. He usually snuggles with us at bed time. I went outside to call him and he cam to the bottom of the stairs, meowing, very unusual. I tried to talk him into coming up, he walked a few steps, then down again, looking intensely at the garden door, then at me, meowing again, until I came downstairs, then he ran to the door, sat down next to it, and looked at me. I told him how smart he was, closed the gate, petted him (and he scored a special can of cat food a bit later too).
It would impress me sufficiently on a dog if they did that, but on a cat it’s at least blog-worthy.
