" The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world that seems insane to them."
"Theoretically", I said to myself. "Right. So test the theory."
Well, obviously. Although discussing a problem with yourself is almost never a good way to secure a divergent viewpoint.
"I may have had good reasons. I may have had the best of intentions. But intentions aren't enough, no matter how good they are. Intentions can lead you to a place where you're able to make a choice. It's the choice that counts."
My cat, Angel, lives mostly in my closed in back porch. He loves it out there.
here he is on top of his tower, about a foot above my head.
at the other end of the porch is a high, barred gate which has been covered with insect screen for several years now. Mostly to keep out whichever local cat was marking his territory on my kitchen cabinet, which lives out there because there isn't room inside for it.
this is it; but look closer, there's something new.
sturdier wire mesh panels which I went out and bought this morning, see the finer insect screen behind it? I left that in place to stop at least a few of the flying creepy-crawlies.
wired to the poles of the gate with galvanised wire coated in pvc. I had a friend do this for me, took a couple of hours. Doing it myself would have taken all day and half the night.
Why did I buy the wire mesh and have it installed?
see that hole torn into the insect screen?
At about 2.30am on Monday night, some yowling and growling coming from the back porch woke me and I went to investigate.
Angel had gone out through that hole and was facing off with a neighbour cat, a territorial little bugger who thinks he owns the area. Only a few inches outside the gate, they were almost nose to nose and I could see Angel wasn't quite sure how to handle this, he looked and sounded a little scared. I squirted the other cat with water from my handy spray bottle and as he ran away, Angel scooted back into the porch.
I spent the next half hour blocking off that hole with anything I could find that was heavy, built up quite a barricade. but I couldn't sleep properly, knowing Angel was still trying to get out again.I could hear him scratching at the barricade.
Last night to keep him safe, I closed the back door to the porch and kept Angel inside. He wasn't happy, but eventually went to sleep, allowing me to sleep. Several times. It was a wake-sleep-wake-sleep routine. (*~*)
This morning, I went to Bunnings (hardware and garden store) to buy the wire mesh panels.
Ha ha, let him try and get out now!