I decided to let our cat, Maxwell outside. I was bar-b-q-ing one day, and decide I'd let maxwell roam around the backyard. He was very cautious, sniffing every blade of grass, slowly getting closer to the back of the yard. He got about three quarters of the way back, on the right towards the tree, and ran at the tree.
He put up his two front paws and started scratching on the tree, like by instinct. Of course, he has no claws. About this time, dinner was done, and we were going to eat outside. We set the table, and I went to get Maxwell. He ran towards the gate, and I cut him off, he dodged.... right under the deck. Katie and I coaxed him and reached for him, and teased him with snacks. Finally, I stood over the edge, while Katie shook his snacks, and when he poked his head out, I grabbed him. We took him in the house, and of course, by now, dinner was a little cold, but I learned not to let Maxwell out anymore.
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