monk is a cat. an old cat. he’s known several homes and has come to live with us in his ‘retirement’.
a former family of slaves came by this morning to drop off some gear on their way through to the airport. now monk _normally_ likes to try and escape out the front door if it is open, which is why i am a big insister on having the gate closed. he’s too old to jump over it. this morning was no different, he made his usual way to the front gate to see if by any chance someone was silly enough to leave it open…
that was until he saw the children.
apparently monk doesn’t like children and promptly ran back inside the house. i scooped him up so his former slaves could pay their hommage in pat form and he was trying to squirm his way out. normally he is a pat whore. he must really not like children. poor monky.
he’s over the ordeal now, fortunately. i can tell by the fact that he’s sleeping and purring (almost annoyingly loudly) on the bed.
