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Where we left off…

There were a couple of previous chapters where Detective Inspector Guster Nabu’s thievery and burglary skills were explained in detail. He’s still at it.


As a cat guardian, I sometimes have a lot of self doubt despite an entire lifetime of being with cats. I’ve noticed that my anxiety and doubt get more out of control when either of boys exhibit low confidence. It’s been a fantastic exercise for both Gus and myself to go on outdoor adventures. He started out as expected — not being too sure what he was doing out there or where to go. Now he’s a relatively fearless leader after one year of leash walking. When he does show fear, it’s usually nothing like my clumsy footsteps stumbling or a truck out on the road going by the house and even people he knows. It’s weird.

When Gus is feeling confident it is clear as day. He wants to climb on all the giant trees that have fallen or climb up ones still growing. He’ll jump from boulder to boulder and balance on narrow pipes or branches. There is a downside to Gus becoming stronger, more agile, and more confident. Escape attempts!


I’ve lost count, but I think he’s made it onto the roof three or four times. This happens with long stretches of good behavior leading up to the incidents. He gets me to the point where I can put him out on the balcony and then turn my back to do something like fetch a drink. Usually I come back and he’s right there watching birds or spying on the neighbors.


Since it’s been a bit chilly in the morning, I don’t always want to stand out there with him and Oliver. I end up being only slightly chilly standing inside the glass door. But again, we had reached a point where Gus was standing at attention and focused on looking out over the land. I turned my back and when I went to check on him since it was so cold, I couldn’t find him. He wasn’t under any of the chairs. I looked on the side roof and sure enough, the little bastard was on the edge. He paced trying to figure out which landing was shortest. The closest corner is not that big of a drop to the ground; in the middle, there’s a patio table on which to land; the far corner is near a tall fence which would require a perfect balanced landing.


I called to him and he wouldn’t come back to me. I hoisted myself over the railing (now much higher than the original wooden railing). Climbed out and realized that the melting snow was making the metal surface pretty damn slippery. I managed to catch him, but my feet were slipping so I was unable to hold him and climb back to the edge of the balcony. I gave him a little help to the railing and he made it to a chair, but he was not happy and tried turning around. I had to swing myself back over the railing while keeping an eye on him so he didn’t make a break around me and do it again.

Later that day, I got Gus harnessed and ready for his walk. We usually go directly from the center back door to the first parking area. He followed that route and then headed down the driveway instead of up the hill. He loves rolling around on the cement and asphalt. There’s a small block of sidewalk, just a square of it really, in front of a high step leading to the back porch. It’s in such a dangerous spot close to the neighbors’ cars that I don’t understand why he likes it there. Since it is cement, he rolled around and enjoyed the texture. Plus getting dirty is a fun bonus.

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He already lost the cute pineapple charm that was on his harness for all of two weeks. I was however surprised that he penchant for rolling around had other motives besides feeling good. He unclasped his leash from his harness.  Oh, Gus!

Fortunately, his earlier bad behavior didn’t lead him into running away from me. I was able to bend down and get him latched again without any trouble. I was perplexed though. Gus doesn’t seem to understand that the leash and harness are for his own safety. He is all about freedom and adventure. He lives for the challenge of what he’s able to accomplish from day to day.


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