In June I found myself with two little scraps of 2-month-old kittens who had had An Unfortunate Time Of Things before coming to live with me.
Despite having been quasi-feral felines for their first two months my little bundles of fluff took to me with alacrity & appear to have decided I am Mummy Cat The Second. (Please note, I do not carry them about in my mouth & grooming is done using appropriate tools not my tongue. Just so we're clear. Yes.)
They were chipped&snipped at just over 6 months old & once they'd got over that one (they are sensitive souls) decided to introduce them to Outside. It has not been a success. They do not want to know & think I am obviously utterly mental for ever voluntarily leaving our snuggly warm home to venture into a space that is Big and Noisy and Full Of Smells & Sometimes Soggy & generally just Wrong.
Because of our living arrangements the kittens have harnesses & leads so that they can be introduced to Outside gradually&safely. Perfectly content to bop about in the harnesses inside. Intrigued by the addition of the lead, still happy. Open the back door & you'd think we'd created a portal to hell in front of them.
On our most recent try, Black!kitten simply bolted back into the house & yowled at us to come back inside where it was safe; whilst Blonde!kitten shivered miserably in my arms & tried to tunnel into my ribcage until I took him back inside too.
Anyone have any genius plans? I'd been worrying about them hightailing it into the distance & losing them. Now it seems that I should have been worrying about them never wanting to go outside EVER.