Death Wish

Posted on July 27, 2003 in Cats

Boadicea left, Fiona right

Fiona has a death wish. When I let her out on the deck, she likes to walk on the outside of the railing. Daddy freezes up, creeps to the rail, and quietly begs her to come back.

We’ve been letting them out for brief periods while we read or write outside or barbecue chicken or sausages. They’ve sniffed every cactus and the potted dwarf date palm. Boadicea has worked out what can and can’t be chewed upon, but I keep catching Fiona trying to nibble at the pricklers and then wondering what just nipped her in the nose.

When we first met them, I was told that she was the “Devil” because she was always getting into things. As she’s aged and grown used to us, this characteristic has become more pronounced. I don’t doubt that she will be the first of the pair to bolt down the stairs. I hope she lets me catch her.