She was hell-bent on joining us on our beach walk, so John carried her down the path and she did great! It had to be good for her, I would think, to exercise those hind legs and help strengthen them. (Also good overall since the steroids she’s on pack on the pounds). She is such a sweetie.
And while we were down there, John thought he heard Mojo meowing from a distance, so we scanned the banks and saw him peering down at us. We called for him and he was like lightning! We cracked up seeing him fly down the bank toward us like, well, greased lightning, a total black blur (couldn’t see the white parts) until he reached the grassy strip of the beach and then of course he slowed to an “I’m so cool” saunter. Then flipped over on his back in the beach gravel for a belly rub. (What a character). He walked with us for a while, and then…just like that, he disappeared (as he is wont to do). It was early enough in the day that I wasn’t too worried, but it was also a lovely day and I hoped he’d show his face before we had to pack up to head home. As the afternoon waned I did start to stew about him, knowing it would be dark pretty soon, so I walked down to the neighbors’ (they weren’t home) and down to their patio area where the woods drop off into rugged terrain down to the beach. I called for him, scanning the brush, and saw him! Waaaaayyy down there! He traipsed all the way up, over big rocks and bush — just like a mountain lion. Effortless. And then I picked him up and carried him like a baby back up the road to our camping trailer and he was butter in my arms, every once in a while stretching his neck down so he could see the road “moving” underneath. He can be such a wild thing, but also such a loving thing.
Animals.
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