It really is quite remarkable! She used to be terrified of wind and smells and insects and all the other annoying complications of life in the world. Now she bravely spends the night outside, although we have no idea where she goes or what she does. Coborn’s grocery store is the only all-night establishment in town, and I have it on good authority that she’s not hanging out there…

Night before last she spend the night out again, and I woke up about 7am to a serious thunderstorm and pouring rain. I ran downstairs to close some windows (didn’t want Sub-Evil Boy to float away) and went to the front door calling for Portia. While trying to find her, Turq shot out and in the downpour I wasn’t about to go out and grab him. It was pretty hilarious (in a mean sort of way) watching him trying to reconcile his desparate desire for freedom with his unhappiness with the prospect of being a soggy kitty. After pacing around a bit, he shot off down the walk, but after making it about 10 feet he made a complete U turn without the slightest pause and flew back into the house. Obviously the weather was just too much for him.

After watching this wonderful show, I turned back to the door just in time to see Portia scooting inside as fast as her round little body could go. She wasn’t super wet, so she’d obviously found shelter, but in my pre-occupation with Turq’s antics I didn’t see where she came from so I’m not sure where that was.

I wasn’t sure if she’d still want out at night after that, but there she was at the door when it got dark last night. She was back at the door around 11pm wanting in (and lucky I was downstairs to hear her), so she didn’t spend the whole night out, though.

Ain’t they amazing little creatures?