Even though we can’t take Athena for walks anymore, there is an enclosed field we are allowed to take her to.
This field is pretty big. She has a fun time running around, rolling in the dirt, sniffing everything, and trying to eat the garbage.
From time to time, feral cats wander into the field. The first time Athena saw one of the cats, she stalked towards it, and then barreled at it at full speed. I watched as the cat saw her coming and stood it’s ground, and all I could think was “oh shit.” Not because I was worried Athena would try to kill the cat, but because of what the cat might do to Athena.
As she came close, the cat hissed and took a swipe at her, and Athena immediately backed off. She’s “greeted” several other cats, and most of them don’t run when they see her coming, much to her chagrin. I suppose if you’re going to survive the mean streets of Dhaka as a feral cat, you have to be able to hold off the all the stray dogs, and, since dogs like to chase, it’s better to not run.
Sometimes Nate takes Athena to the field in the evening after work, but apparently there are five or six massive owls that fly around the field when the sun goes down. He said one of them gave a prey screech and then dive-bombed Athena. Luckily the owl didn’t make contact.
There is also a stray dog in the field sometimes that Athena has become best friends with. It’s another female, surprisingly, and they are two peas in a pod. She’s the first dog that has played tug or chase with Athena since we got here.
Even though we can’t take her for walks, I think Athena probably gets more exercise in the field than she was getting before. I’m still keeping my fingers (and toes, and just about everything else I can cross) crossed that they will lift the walking restriction in our neighborhood. I really miss our family walks. But at least Athena is still having fun!