The question of the day after yesterday’s lockout was if Calpurnia would have lost her sense of safety out in the yard. She did spend the part of the evening after she got back inside upstairs, which is not usual, but since her favorite food bowl is up there might not mean a lot.
This morning I was keeping an eye on her and she did seem a little cautious at first – there was a moment where she peeked around the scratching post at the door as if it was some kind of scary animal. Yet after a minute, her “Unsinkable Molly Brown” spirits led her to ask to go out just like normal.
I couldn’t let her out – well more precisely I couldn’t let Julius out — since I had places to go later in the day but when I returned everything was back to normal. She sprawled out on the rocks and rubbed her body against them as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
After the body rub comes the ear massage. Then you are in a proper frame of mind to smell the breezes and listen to the neighborhood sounds properly.
I was pretty confident that she recover her spirits. She may look like a delicate flower, but there is some steel mixed in with the sweetness.