SWMBO got this picture of Blackwell, peering out the back window this morning.
Jazz would jump clear up on the window sill to perch.
Muggles couldn't care less.
But Blackwell got past me yesterday evening, in spite of a glancing kick to his head. He came to us from the outer world but after being neutered and, on more than one occasion, taking advantage of being let out with us by going over a six foot fence to "explore" . . we have successfully kept him in the house. But last night, he escaped. Spring hormones, maybe. Well, he spent about an hour outside before he came home and was coaxed in the front door, partially by Jazz whining and snarling at him.
He wants to go out. But we don't trust him. He got horribly hurt when he was a kitten and lived outdoors and I (and my bank account) just don't want that again. Granted, he is a much bigger cat now and probably could handle himself. But, there are cars and occasionally coyotes and javelinas and skunks and so . . . he stays inside.
But we let him look. And dream.