Bloody cat...

[desperance]

Now I'm really pissed off. He's been so good all summer long, in and out of the yard at whim; but now he's figured out how to go further, and as soon as I open the door he's over the wall and away. Which I wouldn't mind if it just meant exploring the neighbours' yards, but last night he was out in the alley which leads straight onto the main road, which has a terribly tempting park just on the other side, full of trees & birdies; I didn't get him in until he'd been down to stare at the traffic and think about it.

Basically, every time I let him out now it's like I'm handing him over to the vagaries of cars, dogs and other people. Put it another way, I'm not letting him out. But I really, really don't want to do this. He's desperate to be out there, yowling at the door, trying to dig under it. And of course I'm in and out myself, which makes both of us feel worse. Bleah. Bloody cat...

Comments

[fjm.livejournal.com]

Is he a full tom?

[faith74.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling. Boy do I know the feeling.

I have three cats -- two are content to stay inside and sleep while the third one simply has to go outside. As proof of her determination, she'll beat up one of the other cats if I keep her confined too long. So I'm always left with a choice -- do I let Calliope beat Gremlin to a bloody pulp? Or do I let Calliope fend for herself and possibly let the outside world beat up on her (I live in a relatively busy area)? It's not really a choice, I guess. Calliope gets to go outside when she wants to just so Gremlin can get some peace.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

No, no. The local lasses are save from his endeavours.

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

He's going to have to learn to be an indoors-only cat.

Make sure you have plenty of scratching posts dotted around the place . . .

[desperance.livejournal.com]

He's going to have to learn to be an indoors-only cat.

But that leaves him an unhappy prince, and me a prison-guard. I'm not sure either one of us can live with this...

Make sure you have plenty of scratching posts dotted around the place . . .

That we do; I bought him an extra-tall one with a Dangly Thing, and it is his joy. This does not stop him scratching the wallpaper when he chooses, nor trying to tunnel under the front door. There went all my draught-proofing. Sigh...