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She was too dumb to navigate the outside world, so we kept them both inside. Once Rosie went to live with Mandy’s aunt and Silas got very sick, we started letting him outside again. He loves to lay in the sun, explore the yard and chase bunnies. Without Rosie, he needed an energy outlet…..and basically a reason to live.
I know that it cuts their lifespan down a bit, and dramatically increases their chance of injury (I’ve taken him to the vet twice for cat fight injuries), but it’s quality of life over quantity of time in my mind. He was absolutely miserable in the house all alone. He is fully vaccinated and wears Frontline for fleas. Now that he is getting older, the cat fights aren’t as fierce and the dead baby bunny gifts on my doormat aren’t showing up as frequently.
Risky, I know. If you ever get to witness him jumping at moths off the front porch, you’ll understand completely.
The little black silkster goes outside? Sorry…the paranoid city girl talking.
Oh yes, the boy goes outside. He’s my little hunter! When I first got him, I let him outside all of the time. Then we aquired Rosie.
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She was too dumb to navigate the outside world, so we kept them both inside. Once Rosie went to live with Mandy’s aunt and Silas got very sick, we started letting him outside again. He loves to lay in the sun, explore the yard and chase bunnies. Without Rosie, he needed an energy outlet…..and basically a reason to live.
I know that it cuts their lifespan down a bit, and dramatically increases their chance of injury (I’ve taken him to the vet twice for cat fight injuries), but it’s quality of life over quantity of time in my mind. He was absolutely miserable in the house all alone. He is fully vaccinated and wears Frontline for fleas. Now that he is getting older, the cat fights aren’t as fierce and the dead baby bunny gifts on my doormat aren’t showing up as frequently.
Risky, I know. If you ever get to witness him jumping at moths off the front porch, you’ll understand completely.