The Cat Outside.
It was a nice sunny day outside at my old house in Modena NY. I was sitting on the porch thinking if I should go to the yard. I grabbed my cat Jeffy because I wanted to see if he liked going outside on the grass. He went down the stairs one leg by the other. When he got down the stairs I felt scared but at the same time I felt excited. I could tell my cat was excited to explore. He ran right to a certain spot by the house and sniffed for a while. I got a little scared so I put him on a leash that had weird fuzzy spots of red on it.
I walked around the yard with him and then he ran over and sniffed a tree for a really long time. When he was done he slowly made his way to a rotten old crumbling shed in my backyard. I saw a super deep dark hole under the shed. He sniffed it and tried to go under to see what was under, but I picked him up and put him down on a soft part of the ground. It was so soft that if you took off your shoes and put your feet on the ground it felt squishy cold and soft, kind of like a sponge or a cold pillow on your feet.
Jeffy was climbing up my jungle gym to see what was up there. He could barely get up there because it was so windy to climb up a staircase. It took three minutes just for him to walk up the creaky stairs. When he finally got up I thought he was going to fall, because He was so wobbly that it looked like he was being pushed over by a ton of wind. I got really scared for a second. My heart was beating so fast that I could feel it in my throat.
I climbed up so he wouldn’t do that again. Jeffy looked around but he wasn’t enjoying it up in the open part, because I think he felt like he was going to fall off. I helped him up to the next story of the jungle gym and that part was closed off with very wired rough material that was red, blue and yellow. I could still see that he didn’t like it so I just carried him down to the lawn.
Jeffy started meowing, I was confused what he was doing. When I looked down he was walking towards the door. I thought he wanted water. I let him in the house and he ran to his water bowl. He drank his water so fast his face was soaking wet. It looked like someone just poured a gallon of water on his face. when he was done he walked over to the couch and sat there for a couple of minutes. I just looked at him and he was sleeping so I just went back to the outside door. When I opened the door he jumped up like a spring that fell off of a mountain bike. Jeffy ran over to the door and wanted to go back out in just the snap of a finger.
He climbed up the stairs so fast to the porch that it looked like he was one of those marathon runners, because he was going so fast. When he got up there he laid down and rolled around in the sun. He sat up and just sat there in the sun for a while. I’m glad I trusted myself that day because he had a really good time exploring outside. But sadly he died a year later because of cancer but I kind of knew it was time to go for him. He had a nice long good life. I’m glad he got to explore one last time