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And so…

We are away. Mike and Jen (cousins) watch the cats. Catgate? Peas – the cute, innocent – is fodder (as in, dinner) for Spice. Her sister, Feather is a bystander but, accomplice in crime. Tillie, the (Peas) sister is fine. She entered the house growling from the start and all the other cats think she is crazy. Ray has no skin in the game. But, he is intensely curious. So he has entered the gated compound at will. Unfortunately, he cannot get out. Why? Well, at least the Maines (cats) cannot leave either. Peas is safe. It’s a puzzle. The bottomline? Peas is safe. No cats were harmed in the telling of this tale. The saga continues. Maybe not in your house, but, this is a big deal in ours.


Catgate II

(See: previous, 9/29) I have it! … the solution! Problem solved! Ha ha!! Hardly! But… maybe?!?? This would be, like the fourth or fifth iteration. Each previous try has failed to keep cats from passing through, around, or over the gate. (No tunneling allowed!) The list and ways of escape are too numerous to mention. In this latest version, a new barrier has been placed along the banister, and, slats have been added between those of the the primary gate. The width of a cat’s whiskers is the measure of how wide an opening a cat may pass through. It proved to be misleading, hence, the need to revise the previous construction. Fortunately, I have plenty of wood. I DO NOT have – a lot of patience! Finally! No one has escaped or entered, at-will, in the past 24 hours. (It took the squirrels a few days to…) Go ahead and laugh! The construct does not look half-bad. It works. (So far) And, no cats were harmed in the making of these pictures.


Jailbreak

We have a fence around the deck. There’s a staircase to the yard. The cats can walk between the stiles. One leapt to the railing and slid down the bannister to the ground below. That was hilarious. Free! Nope! Gotcha! I got him back and he (cat) never tried that stunt again. Meanwhile two of our adventurers were out and through the stiles earlier today. I almost missed the breakout. I watch. But like kids, they move fast and are stealthy. And they don’t shout, “Free!” I caught them. They were each at the bottom of the steps at one point. Dammit! They don’t understand that I would miss them. Chicken net! I had some in the garage. Stapler. Done. They discovered the change immediately. There were hurt looks all around. I will see them go over the fence. What’s next? Tunneling is out of the question. I feel like I’m watching the “Great Escape.” I’m trying for peace and serenity. The cats want to discover the “new world.” I’m a brain surgeon. Surely I can out maneuver a few cats.

Epilogue: There are new cats! Yeah, I havn’t gotten around to the new portraits… yet. Coming soon…. and one of the new kittens? Yup! Jailbreak! Leapt over the gate and down the stairs… not once… twice! Dammit! Rediscovering the wheel is tiresome! Like any good parent, you keep an eye on your book, and the other is on the cat about to go over the fence…