Some Wildcat he turned out to be! After whining, and begging and crying to get out there and explore more than the one room we reside in or the corner of the porch closest to my front door, not to mention stretching up so he could try to open the door himself (another month or so-still 2 short kitten) we put him in his toybox and went to explore the jungle. That is, Roger Williams park. Found a nice spot that was set in a ways from the road, lest Dallas become a bit 2 inquisitive 4 his own good-"Look Honey, it's fresh roadkill" 'cause who knows what tortured and twisted thoughts flow through the minds of those who dwell in surrounding Washington Park or South Prov. With a pet-perfect forest beconing, I thought he would tear into it like he tears into his dinner or, occasionally, me with his sharp little teeth. Instead he stayed within the confines of his box, only venturing out once he'd assured himself that one of us was nearby to rescue him should a giant mouse or maybe a butterfly should launch an attack on his gentleness. After a l o n g while, of he went in search of-a plant 2 hide behind? Fraidy-cat!!

Sorry no pix this time 'round, my mistake.