Omigosh, you guys. I just opened the door to take the recycling out and Hobbes shot out like a rocket. He didn't hesitate in the hallway, didn't even look back. He ran straight out into the garden and into the darkness. I stood and gawped after him like a loon, being utterly unprepared for the situation of having a cat that goes outside of its own accord. Sure, that was always the plan. Sure, every cat I've ever owned has happily and daily gone outside. Sure, Hobbes has slowly been getting more confident in the Great Outdoors.
But nothing prepared me for this.
This is a Good Thing. And I am happy.
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