Cabin Writing Part III: Adventure Cat

JenCat-20It’s been ten years since anyone’s been here – by the looks of it. Several blades of grass tower a foot higher than the time-ravaged picnic table. What looks to be an attempt at building a fence is covered in lichen.

The picnic table and fence are hidden down a steep hill below a hiking trail. Flynn and I are travelling this trail when we stumble upon the abandoned campsite. At first, my instincts tell me to pass it by. The rusty, overturned trash cans are not too inviting. But, as there are few comfortable places to sit otherwise, and since Flynn isn’t a stay-on the-trail type, the campsite begins to look more welcoming.

Against all good judgement, I stuff Flynn in his carrier, swinging the straps over my left shoulder and slip, slide and crabwalk down the incline. Down we go, all the way down to the fire pit around which three fishermen might have gathered to celebrate the day’s catch. Through the trees, about 50 feet away, I catch glimpses of the lake where they likely spent the afternoon.

On paper, I’m thoroughly enjoying these surroundings. In reality, I’m anxious – for many reasons, one of which is the series of “why me” meows from Flynn.

As you can probably guess my personal beliefs on cat ownership differ from the average person. While I don’t condone putting your cat through unnecessary stress, the short-term anxiety does not necessarily outweigh the freedom Flynn experiences when his African lion instincts are awakened by the unobstructed sights and sounds of nature. It’s just a theory, but one that’s supported with evidence such as the decreasing frequency of “why me” meows as I remove him from his carrier, the curiosity in his ears as he prowls through the grass, and his heavy eyelids blinking up at me as he eventually drifts off to sleep.

For being so old, the picnic table is reasonably comfortable. It’s an ideal place to write and relax. The sky, which has been cloudy all day, begins to threaten rain, but I decide to wait it out, praying for it to pass. An hour later, the sun is beating down on me. I’m glad I committed to staying.

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