First, I'd like to thank all the well-wishers from my last post about our new house. Sorry I didn't manage to fit any replies into the comments, but I've been a bit busy moving a family-worth of belongings from an apartment and two storerooms into a house. And, yes, Leigh, fellow SleuthSayers would always be welcome, though you might prefer a different room as the office won't have a bathroom.
|The late Lilian Jackson Braun|
You see, aside from just moving (and trying to get items out of boxes and into sensible locations), I've been working to get a gas dryer hookup to not leak gas all over the place, getting a handle on a swimming pool that the previous owner seems to have treated rather cavalierly, and installing a cat door.
I've got somebody coming out, later this afternoon, to fix that dryer leak and turn the gas back on for it. And, I've managed to wrestle the pool into a pristine swim environment. But, that cat door ...
This cat door is for "Big Cats," which does not mean mountain lions, or wildcats. Instead, it is a cat door designed to provide egress for house cats similar to my youngest son's cat, James Bond Jr. -- a big cat who's also "a big girl," as my wife is apt to intentionally misquote at the cat, from the film Lars and the Real Girl (i.e.: "You're a big girl, James. A big, big girl.").
James may be female, but this cat is big-boned, large-framed and beefy (and not light when she sits on you!). In short, I believe she's ready to defend her rights to James Bond's name (though her build would make her a better villain, in my opinion -- particularly if she were to hold and pet a Lilliputian human).
The only problem is, neither she nor any of the other cats will go through the cat door.
They were very happy to go in and out through the HOLE in our kitchen door, the night I cut it out. But, once I installed the cat door, they immediately refused to go through it ... unless one of us held it open for them!
And, it's not a matter of education. We've gently pushed each cat through the thing -- both in and out -- and all went well (except for a little struggling on their parts). So, they must know how it works.
The photo on the right shows the type of cat door I installed. Not a single one of our cats will use it, unless we push the little see-through flap open for them. They just crouch there, looking in at us through the flap, until somebody reaches down and opens it. Then -- POP! -- the cat hops through.
This morning, at 3:00 o'clock, my wife opened the cat door for one of our cats to come in, only to discover a quick-formed line behind her, of three cats heading out. And they didn't even thank her for holding the door for them!
My theory is that we should ignore the problem. The cats' commode is out in the laundry room so I claim that nature will drive them to the right solution. My wife's response is: if we ignore them, they may decide to designate a NEW commode location, on the carpet somewhere. This is something we'd like to avoid.
Ah, how I long for the simple issues of Jim Qwilleran and his two Siamese, with their turkey roaster cat box, and no going outside for any cats! And, well a dead body or two.
Once I manage to empty all these boxes, and find the one with those Cat Who books in it, I'll have to sit down and get lost in them all over again.
My cats will have to wait until I reach a chapter conclusion, before I open the cat door for them.
See you in two weeks!