The day started early….shortly after midnight….when we realized that Felix had pushed aside the screen covering the front window and was sitting on the window ledge. We’ve had an ongoing argument with him as to whether he’s an indoor or an outdoor cat. Tonight, he was winning.
When Craig reached out to bring him back in, he jumped off the ledge and onto the stairway. Craig ran to the front door and out to the porch. Do you know how hard it is to see a black cat at midnight? Felix does.
Craig walked down the stairs calling him….to no avail. Felix had the upper hand and he knew it. It was time to bring out the big guns. This isn’t something we like to share openly but…. our cat is a junkie. He’s addicted to a treat named “Greenies”. I don’t know what’s in those things, but their narcotic properties will rouse Felix from a deep slumber or bring him running home from a neighborhood foray. Shake the bag gently….the undulating rhythm of Greenie hitting Greenie calls to him like no other.
Craig raced to the kitchen to secure the bag of cat opiate, nestled in its safe haven far from Felix’s field of vision. He quickly returned to the stairway, bag in hand, knowing who was about to win this war of wills.
“shake, shake, shake”….gently at first….more of a tease than a call. Then a lttle more firmly….”SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE”. Shhhh….quiet now for a while….this must be played out correctly for the bait to be taken. Then Craig calls to him softly…cloyingly…..
“felix…felix…….i have greenies”.
Felix is torn…..Freedom or Greenies? Greenies or Freedom? How cruel is this world that he must make a choice? Soon, the rattling of Greenies is more than he can bear. He runs up the stairs and into the house….his eyes wild as he searches the room for the precious stash. He spies the bag in Craig’s hand, runs to get his fix and, after a few bites, settles down into a Greenie-induced stupor.
All’s right in the world. With our boy safely home, Craig and I can rest easy.