Last year over a weekend my cat Mabel was weeping at the front door. My whole family, aside from my dad, bolted to the front door because she rarely cries. When we got downstairs, I opened the door. Instantly she stopped crying and as slowly as a sloth she went outside. This was the first time she ever went outside! As soon as we went outside , Mabel’s ears went back and she was hunched down like a fox was chasing her. She checked out the trees and bushes and then went back inside. We all went back to what we were doing. As soon as we did that, we heard Mabel cry again, but we didn’t open the door this time!