newbuzz...My cats keep sneaking out of the house. They want to get out in the sunshine and chew on the new grass coming up. "But you are declawed!" I scream, "You can't go outside, you will be helpless, and vulnerable to attack". But they don't listen. They just want outside. They remember when they did have claws and how the breeze felt on their fur. They remember stalking birds and catching butterflies. They are fully focused on the good things they know about nature. They do not wonder if a big dog is hiding behind the bushes. They are not afraid of meeting a strange cat in the alley. In their minds they can still scale trees and scratch up the dirt. So they sneak outside and bask in the sunshine. They bat at bugs and roll in the dirt. They meow when they see me and rub against my legs. "Thank you for letting us out," they say, "thank you for giving us our freedom, and thank you for keeping us safe". "My pleasure", I think to myself and I make a note to thank God for my life and to think more like a cat.