Last week was a big week for kitty cat Popoki. Construction on her catio was complete on Wednesday, and Thursday morning, she was able to head outside for the first time in a year without the use of a harness or leash.
Since Popoki was a rescue (and her first family gave little information about her when they turned her in to rescue), I don't know much about her past. But I suspect that she was allowed outside at some point, given her nearly desperate attempts to get back out there.
I thought she might like a catio. I had no idea she would love it.
Popoki tends to be a lazy sort of kitty that spends a lot of time loafing around in one bed or another. She uses her catio for those activities. I keep catching her rolling over on her back and then flipping back to the front, over and over again, as though she's just so relaxed now that she can be out in the cool and unprocessed air.
But the catio has also unleashed a bit of a silly side in her. She's been running at top speed from the catio to the studio and back again, doing these weird little high kicks in the middle of the journey (I think the bunny people call these "binkies").
She's also been playing with bits of dirt and lint in the catio, and she surprised me with a Halloween kitty sideways stalking maneuver I've never seen an adult cat perform.
Since the weather here remains unseasonably hot, I can only have the catio open for a few hours each day. Popoki's flat face makes her vulnerable to overheating, and the glass doors that lead to the catio tend to trap and magnify heat. At noon, I need to call her in. And she always looks so disappointed.
But it makes me so happy to think that the next morning, I can open up those doors again and make this kitty happy enough to start dancing. Isn't that what all cat people want--to make their cats happy?