Sodapop, aka "Buddha-pop" and "Sodi-Wan-Kenobi"
I was not looking for a life lesson when I let my cat outside a few days ago. But Sodapop did not earn the nicknames Buddha-pop and Sodi-Wan-Kenobi by becoming a victim to his life experiences.
Sodapop is mostly an indoor cat with daggers for claws who loves his outdoor escapades. Now that we live in the country again, he asks politely to come with the dog and me to feed the horses. Some days he doesn’t ask and just darts out the door. He must suspect the answer would be no these days so he just makes a run for it.
The last time we lived in the country, he impressed my husband and I by swatting birds out of the air and dragging home a rabbit of equal mass by the jugular. Witnessing the circle of life makes me anxious because something must always die in order for the other to survive. My gentle heart knows this circle is necessary, but it doesn’t make the experience of witnessing something suffer and die any easier.
Two-bit "Can I go to Budapest too?"
I’ve known that Sodapop, unlike his twin brother Two-bit, must express his animal nature. Don’t get me wrong, if a mouse were to cross Two-bit’s path, he would surely play with it, torture it and then bring the carcass to me as a gift. He just doesn’t have the drive of Soda to go looking for such things in the great outdoors.
This particular day I let Soda outside while I mixed horse feed in the basement. By the time the dog and I joined him outside, he was nowhere to be seen. Probably up a tree somewhere. Too bad I missed that, I thought. I love to watch him sprint across the yard, ears pinned, voraciousness in his eyes, as he focuses all his attention and energy on conquering that tree.
There were several “farm” cats milling about, but no Soda. I’ve been working on releasing my fears of letting him be a cat, so I had convinced myself not to worry about him interacting with these cats as he is way tougher than any of them.
Until Big Bad Tom showed up.