Looks like Kiki has a really tough life. LOL. Likewise Atom in the post above, from James
Poor cats, they have a rough time.
Nyuk nyuk. Atom spent all of his first months of his life in a cage, at the floor level of a room with no windows at the animal shelter, where there were cages from floor to
(almost) ceiling of other cats. So I don't think he had ever seen the outside, I know he had definitely never seen grass. When we adopted him, he was very nervous about being in wide open spaces, it must've been a very big unknown world.
But I took him out for walks when I went out with Jadey and Keesha, he would peek out from the inside of my jacket.
Eventually he ventured outside on his own in the backyard, and we discovered he loved the rain. He would run around in the rain and then come back a shivering mess because it was still winter, and then we would have to dry him with a towel.
Now, even though he's full grown he still runs around in the rain because he knows when he comes back inside we will dry him with his own towel. He'll actually come over and shake his head at me to tell me he's wet, and then run over nose first into the towel when I hold it up for him like a matador to a bull. He'll just stand there in pure joy while we dry him.
Spoilt, he is.
Jadey never gets wet in the rain, I don't know how she does it. We never have to dry her.