Inside Discipline

Sable hasn’t come back onto the bed at night. For the most part, she likes to lie on the window sill in the dark, and catch the scents that the air brings her. Perhaps it makes her melancholy for the old days of her freedom. Perhaps she smells something dangerous, and is glad she can relax inside. I don’t know.

I do know that she is responding to me more. She likes to pick at the window from time to time. I am unsure if it is the screen - since I never find any damage when I inspect it - or the frame, but I don’t want to take the chance. Therefore, when I hear her do that, I speak her name warningly. She stops. When she keeps doing it, I have to speak more sternly. Then, she stops and lies down. I can almost hear her sigh, her fun ended by her captor.

Being a housecat can be enjoyable - but it takes some getting used to.