When I let my cat go outside, she stays pretty close to home because she's the epitome of scaredy-cat. Not only is she afraid of most people if they aren't G or me, she's incredibly territorial when she sees another cat and begins yowling and hissing and emitting sounds as if she's being mutilated. When this happens and she's outside, one of us has to run out and scare the offending cat away while my little black terror runs back inside to hide in our basement bedroom. In fact, she gets so spitting mad when she sees other cats that sometimes she is afraid of her own reflection in the dark and wakes us up to kitty death sounds. Unfortunately, we have fully mirrored closet doors so there is no avoiding her seeing her own reflection. Oh, my adorable, stupid cat. But when I do let her go outside, she usually eats a bunch of super tasty lawn which inevitably upsets her stomach until she runs into the house and pukes up a little gooey green clump. Because god forbid she...
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