Apartment Complex of Confusion has instituted some draconian rules about pets. We’re now supposed to coop up the cats indoors, which is safer blah blah so on, but really the cats have never gone much further than the front of our building. They’re fraidy cats. ACC has said they will be trapping strays and taking them to the pound.
I figure, both our cats are wearing collars with tags, one has a microchip, the other is so freaked out when a shadow moves I doubt she would go near a trap even if it had a pile of smelly tuna fish in it. Also, she doesn’t like tuna. Go figure.
Anyway, this has sent Roommate into a tailspin in which he is plotting The Cat-Proof Yard(tm), from which there will be no escape, muhuhahaha. This will evidently involve some fabric hung in some clever fashion so that jumping cats will bounce back into the yard when trying to leave. I’m predicting some fun pictures, also mixed results, because if my idiot cat can’t go where she pleases she’ll figure out another way.
Lately, Roommate has taken to going out to get Idiot in the evenings. Our usual routine is, call them in for food at 7, shut cat flap for the night. Idiot has taken to eschewing dinner to stay outside and watch the corner o’ mouse infestation. There’s a corner with a vent into the neighbor’s water heater closet where mice come through and try to nest in Roommate’s storage area. Idiot will sit there for hours at a time watching, watching, watching…. Some nights when I call, one cat will rush in and Idiot will stay out all night, but with the trap “out there somewhere,” Roommate worries and goes to get her. So she learned a new bag of tricks. When she hears me calling, she jumps on the roof. Pretty smart for an idiot, but an idiot she remains.
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