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Cry Freedom! says the pusscat
Apr. 17th, 2014 01:33 pmYesterday I came home to the Haggis Welcome Home Dance, which used to be 'loves loves loves, gimme loves', but now consists of following you around the house yelling at you til you open the patio door.
Haggis is feeling the lack of her private door, and is making the most of opportunities.
So while the sun was up, she sat on the patio taking the air, looking wholly uninterested in the Out. I think it's the free will option of out that she misses.
However, as I came home from a shop at dusk, Out was suddenly a lot more appealing, and as it grew darker, I found she'd abandoned the patio and was On Patrol.
I wandered out a few times to call for her and she'd come racing out of the shadows, chatting the whole way, sometimes racing back via a tree. Just mad.
I finally think it's time for bed, but nooooo, Haggis doesn't agree. I follow her round the front of the building (not nearly as attractive, lots of cars, lots of paving, stairs, gloomy places) but can't catch up with her. I return to the patio in the hopes she'll sort it herself.
RRRRRRING. My new neighbour Maggie, who shows all signs of incipient Crazeee Kat Lady, has rung at the door, asking if Haggis is in or not - she's spotted a tabby in the front yard wandering and chatting to herself, and is concerned that she's 'disoriented'.
To me this sounds perfectly normal happy Haggis behaviour, but I follow her out and find Haggis under a car and between us I manage to grab her to take her back.
DO NOT WANT. The Front Out is a new discovery, needs exploring! Can't be cut off now! Grump.
We return via the front door...thus confirming to the cat that the Front Door Goes Somewhere Interesting.
This morning, guess who escapes through the front door? I was my usual careful self, but now knowing that some splendid Out was waiting on the other side, Haggis laid on some extra speed and agility and deked out the door way faster than I expected a cobby cat to dodge.
I spent a few minutes following her round the entrances to the flats - all concrete, all dull, not nearly as attractive on the outside as the insides and back yard of the flats. But you have to find these things out yourself don't you?
I nab her as she pauses to survey the view from a parapet, and she hisses, which is a first of strong language from her - usually reserved for novice vets. DO NOT WANT, which part of DO NOT WANT do you not understand??
SO: getting the damn glazier in to cut a catflap is now high priority. I don't mind her having in/out privileges, not even late-night ones, but I can't play porter for her all hours.
Haggis is feeling the lack of her private door, and is making the most of opportunities.
So while the sun was up, she sat on the patio taking the air, looking wholly uninterested in the Out. I think it's the free will option of out that she misses.
However, as I came home from a shop at dusk, Out was suddenly a lot more appealing, and as it grew darker, I found she'd abandoned the patio and was On Patrol.
I wandered out a few times to call for her and she'd come racing out of the shadows, chatting the whole way, sometimes racing back via a tree. Just mad.
I finally think it's time for bed, but nooooo, Haggis doesn't agree. I follow her round the front of the building (not nearly as attractive, lots of cars, lots of paving, stairs, gloomy places) but can't catch up with her. I return to the patio in the hopes she'll sort it herself.
RRRRRRING. My new neighbour Maggie, who shows all signs of incipient Crazeee Kat Lady, has rung at the door, asking if Haggis is in or not - she's spotted a tabby in the front yard wandering and chatting to herself, and is concerned that she's 'disoriented'.
To me this sounds perfectly normal happy Haggis behaviour, but I follow her out and find Haggis under a car and between us I manage to grab her to take her back.
DO NOT WANT. The Front Out is a new discovery, needs exploring! Can't be cut off now! Grump.
We return via the front door...thus confirming to the cat that the Front Door Goes Somewhere Interesting.
This morning, guess who escapes through the front door? I was my usual careful self, but now knowing that some splendid Out was waiting on the other side, Haggis laid on some extra speed and agility and deked out the door way faster than I expected a cobby cat to dodge.
I spent a few minutes following her round the entrances to the flats - all concrete, all dull, not nearly as attractive on the outside as the insides and back yard of the flats. But you have to find these things out yourself don't you?
I nab her as she pauses to survey the view from a parapet, and she hisses, which is a first of strong language from her - usually reserved for novice vets. DO NOT WANT, which part of DO NOT WANT do you not understand??
SO: getting the damn glazier in to cut a catflap is now high priority. I don't mind her having in/out privileges, not even late-night ones, but I can't play porter for her all hours.
