On his Wild Lone

Basil is the most considerate kitty bedfellow I've ever had. He did wrap himself around my head once or twice, and it's too hot for that, but mostly he curled up next to but not on me, and did not rustle around or wake me up early or anything. What a sweetheart.

Today I let him go out in the backyard into our warm sunny day. At first closely supervised and quickly brought in, and then waiting for him to come back on his own, which he did, and then... Let's just say I walked around the block to see if he'd gotten into adjoining yards and then forgotten how to get home. Finally I went back out into my yard and called some more, and he crawled out from under some bushes. Completely invisible under there!

I was all stressed out imagining the Humane Society shaming me for letting him outside too soon if he didn't come back, but I couldn't be mad at him when he finally showed up. He looked nourished by his contact with Nature. Maybe he had a long nap under there. He's been trapped indoors for a long time, and it seems like getting to be out there on his Wild Lone was exactly what he needed.