Most noticeable of my Lucy cat is her curiosity, especially with smells. She’ll sniff laundry, the tip of your finger, and any other thing she comes across or has recently moved location in the apartment. If the window is open, she is desperate to get close and smell the smells wafting in from the great outdoors. We have urban chickens, two outdoor cats, squirrels, and human traffic all well within earshot, so naturally they are also within smell-shot.
Her desire for the outdoors is not limited to the smells of outside coming from outside, but also from the outside we bring into the apartment. A few weeks ago Jonathan and I went to the Herb Shoppe and bought some salts. One was a basic sea salt. The other smelled ashy and burnt like a camp fire (and also tastes FABULOUS). I put my bag down in the usual place and went about my usual at home routine, only to be interrupted by the sounds of rustling in plastic. (My shopping bag is a reusable nylon/plastic bag, the kind that can be tucked into itself with a little attached pouch). She was investigating my bag, which smelled heavily of the camp fire ash. If I get up to check on her antics, she usually runs away, so this photo was taken from afar at the dining room table.