Exercise for the Body and Soul

Dad brought me out to Mom from my room, sans pants, at midnight tonight, saying I was having trouble with my right hind leg (my bad one) and maybe Mom should take me downstairs to see if I'd walk around the courtyard, get a little exercise - and the exhilaration of being outside. 

My Magic Tree

She did, and I immediately was walking pretty darn well - into the fairy land forest (the 6' wide area alongside the apartment building between the elevated patios), around the magic tree with the big knotted truck, and discovered a perfect spot to dig in and roll in the loose dirt and loud crunchy leaves. You see, you can usually find a magic forest somewhere, even in an Hollywood apartment complex, if you look hard enough - or just send a cat down there. He'll find it.

My Fairy Forest - hidden behind a hedge

I did pee on the concrete while I was walking from one part of the courtyard to the other. Mom says I have to wear my pants next time. 

We were down there for about half an hour. It was awesome. Life is good. Sometimes all it takes is a change of environment to get an old kitty's joie de vivre back. At least enough of it, to make it a better day, after all. Highly recommended, but only under constant supervision and a guardian at the ready to scoop up said cat and run him back up the stairs and home, should a scary noise or person cause undue anxiety requiring immediate action.

A wee bit of shrimp after all is said and done, makes it a perfect day. Night. Experience. 

And my leg's not quite so stiff now.

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