Once upon a time, our Rosie pose was sweet as pie. Then came that fateful day when I took her for a walk outside…
Now I live with a beast!
I’m not surprised. Back when Tabs was my main squeeze, and he was the most refined and elegant of all the kitties I’ve known, the act of taking him outside also unleashed something primitive in him.
His tail would whip a little faster; his tum would sway a little more aggressively; and, was it just me, or did his teeth look a little bit sharper too?
Something about going outside fires up the felines, and Rosie isn’t immune to it…
Rosie: Birth of a Monster
Ever since I started taking her outside for walks in the morning, she’s been feistier, more demanding and, dare I say it, diva-esque?
It’s gotten to the point where she waits at the door expectantly and will mewl at the door when she hears us working in the yard.