Aerial is our sole freedom fighter at the moment. The warmer weather awakens in him the auld Wandering Willie. He will gladly renounce his grub for lengthy periods, even for days on end, to preserve his liberty of movement. I'm letting him personally out through the main door because he is so adamant about it. He displays his urge to leave the house so clearly that I feel it morally wrong to keep him within the confines of the house or the cat enclosure in the garden - with the other four cats. Whenever I move around the house he'll rush to the door, to let me know how intent he is on getting out now. His tale erect and crescent moon shaped and quivering a little with excitement. Once I'm about to let him out, he'll scratch the mat and arch his back in ritualistic fashion. Then he'll sniff in the air while standing by the door opening as if to get the latest molecular news carried by the wind from near and afar. Properly updated, he'll sneak stealthly along the walls and dissolve into one of the adjacent gardens.
Meanwhile the other cats are way more interested in a steady supply of food. So much so, that they have forgotten all about the wider world outside. Frankly, they couldn't care less about it and are content with the occasional stroll in the garden between the all too frequent meals. And as for freedom, they seem to think of it as much overrated or as just another word for nothing left to eat.
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