Saturday mornings

My orange cat 'sheru' has the aura of a lion and insists on going out when I send other cats namely Gogi, Meera and twinkle outside to play.

Usually I don't let sheru out because of his tendency to pick fights with other outside cats that aren't his brothers but today I let him go knowing full well this orange lion's real tendencies that are of a house cat.

He walked out, brazen as a mighty king out to survey his prosperous kingdom, but five minutes later he stood outside the doorstep with a big 'nope' writ across his face as he first silently glared and later imploringly meowed for me to open the door.

'Well'? I asked him.
And he nudged his face towards the door to sheepishly request once again to let him in.

I opened the door, he brushed himself on my legs and ran inside the house.

That concluded his eight minute foray into the world for the rest of this week. His grandiose adventures as the orange fluff about town hunting and sharpening his ancestral skills as a silent animal of prey, a destructive entity of claws and merciless angel of death upon little creatures of flight was cut short by his need to curl and sleep on his bed.