Twenty four hours in the outside world!
I’ve told Freja this very phrase thousands of times in the past five years. And not as an insult, no, it’s rather a reminder and a warning, knowing how our little furball lacks feline instinct.
You’d think that all cats were gifted with the skills of their larger and wild family members. That it would be a given… But no. Some kitties, like Freja, have absolutely no clue when it comes to hunting and other means regarding surviving outside the comfort of a human home.
One thing she does give a try to, is hiding. But she honestly isn’t good at it. One of my previous cats, Poupine, could literally disappear in the smallest apartment. I once spent a good 45 minutes searching for her, and I only had a small bedroom, a tiny kitchen/living room and a bathroom. She really was a ninja when it came to hiding from me.
Freja?… Obviously doesn’t compute the concept of hiding. I think that she believes that as long as her head is invisible, so is the rest of her body. Pretty much the ”I can’t see you, so you can’t see me!” magic thought.
But I’ll let you judge for yourself…