Okay, I confess—Emeril is giving me a complex. He has become absolutely obsessed with going outside. Not the big, bad outdoors full of moving vehicles and flying birdies. Nope. He’s not that brave! He just wants to hang out in the hallway of my apartment building.
He’s actually become quite obnoxious about it too. When he gets in the mood for his walk (which happens twenty times a day), he will stand at the door and bellow. Emeril doesn’t do wimpy meows.
But he does do big ferocious meows that drive me nuts. And make me worry that someone will report me for animal abuse. I’m a good mom! I’m the one being abused by an eleven pound feline with a great set of lungs.
He’s super sneaky too. If I don’t pay close enough attention, he’ll sneak out every time I open the door. Thankfully, he was pretty frantic that I wasn’t outside supervising his hallway walk, so I guess he’s not trying to runaway from me but with me.
And his hallway strolls may be a bit of an exaggeration. It’s more like five steps. Rest. Purr. Five more steps. Flop over. Take a 30 second nap. Walk five more steps. Stretch. Sit. Meow loudly in protest when Mom gets bored and carries him back into the apartment.
On the plus side, I am grateful that Emeril has the energy (sort of) to go for regular walks. I just wish he wouldn’t get those urges at 5 AM.