People who see our cat Katie always comment on how cute she is.
They are right.
She has beautiful blue eyes, classic Siamese markings, and long hair.
She looks like one of those china sculptures of cats. She’s just a little bit brighter than those sculptures, too.
Case in point …the cat flap.
As I have mentioned in past posts, Katie likes to be outside. Or inside. Mostly she wants to be on the other side of the door. If I hadn’t given up the privacy of my bathroom long ago to children, I am resigned to visitors a la Katie. Every morning I push the door closed, sit down and look over to see the brown paw poking through space between the door and the frame. We call it "pokie paw."
I know, I know, shut and lock the door. Ah, such luxury that would be. But the door doesn’t shut easily. You have to be really determined if you want to lock it.
Anyway, I digress. I was speaking of the cat flap.
Since we brought Katie home I get my regular exercise opening and closing the door, window, etc. to let her in/out.
In the summer we left the basement window open so she could come and go as she pleased. Sadly the open window allowed various stinging, biting and buzzing bugs to come and go as they pleased as well. Often they fixated on the light above my scrap table, which frequently resulted in shrieking, swearing and hollering for DH to rescue me.
So, we bought a cat flap.
The little door was not particularly pricey as we purchased it at the local home improvement store. But in a fit of well, I don’t exactly know what kind of fit. We decided to install it in the window Katie has been using as her exit.
This added some $25 to the bill. But it’s not too bad a price if I don’t have to be up and down like a jack in a box.
Tonight we brought the window home and installed it.
She hates it.
While she hasn’t actually hissed at it, she has definitely bared her teeth, humped up her back and given it many pointed cold looks.
DH shoved her through it to help her get the idea.
This has not only failed to work, it has encouraged her to loathe the door even more ~ assuming that is possible.
My plan is to put something interesting on the door opposite Katie in hopes she will try to jump at it and realize the door will open if properly encouraged.
She is stupid enough to jump at a closed window, as seen in this photograph of her smartly smacking her face on the handle of an open umbrella.
I was taking a photograph and I wanted some action so I scratched on top of the nylon with one hand and held onto the camera with the other. She fell for the scratching bait. But neither one of us thought about the umbrella handle.
If I can get her to attack the unbrella because of a scratching noise, I have faith I can get her to jump at the cat flap using the same kind of technique.
After all, I taught two boys how to use the potty. Now if only I can teach them how to pick up their socks ….