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This is my back patio where I first have my Brilliant Idea. Notice the cat door.
This all started when I tried to train my cat Sparkle to use the toilet.
This Is Sparkle Telling Me She’d Like To Go Outside, Please
After 2 1/2 months I succeeded in teaching her not to use a cat box OR a toilet and now she will only go outside. This means at night. Often multiple times a night. You can imagine how this is affecting my rest and peace of mind because of all the dangers that lurk in the dark for cats.
And this, of course, is Karl.
He too chooses to only go to the bathroom outside. Fortunately, I had a large cat yard built for him, but again, I am up much of the night putting him in and out of it.
Sparkle will not go in this yard. She hates it. She is used to her freedom.
I do not have a photo of Jeronamo and Bill laughing madly and slapping each other as Jeronamo builds The Great Cat Potty. They are already hysterical about the big covered yard I had Jeronamo build for Karl. And they are hysterical about this back patio that I had fenced in so Karl can not get out. The coyotes can get in, of course, as they jump fences. So at night, Karl and Sparkle will need to use the New Very Improved And Brilliant Cat Potty.
Bill says my back patio now looks like Guantanamo.
This Is Karl At Guantanamo
And here is the finished Great Cat Potty!
Bill and Jeronamo are still slapping and laughing.
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Here’s Bill in his baggy white underpants, barefoot with a dead tree branch in his hand. It’s dark. It’s late. He and I are outside hunting for a snake. I have a flashlight the size of a pencil in my hand.
I’d gone looking for my big, red maine coon cat in his large, covered cat yard. Karl hadn’t made his usual squeaking noises when I opened his wire door and called for him to come with me into the house.
All I have is that tiny flashlight in the late dark and I can’t find Karl. I thrash through the tall zinnias and point the light into the spiky, yellow wild primroses. Nope. Not here. I trip a bit and grab the side of the wire yard just in time. Then I look under Karl’s favorite bush. Nope.
“Here Kitty, Kitty Karl…here Kitty!”
Ahhh, here he is crouched next to the wire, staring intently at something. I’m saying, “…Hey, Karl…what’s up?”
Well, what’s up is a snake! Curled up! On the other side of the wire.
Oh boy. I look but I can’t see if it’s a small rattler or a friendly snake.
…And, I’m worried because every night Karl insists he has to spend all night out here.
A few days ago, I saw coyote tracks in the soft dirt beside the yard. And, now a snake. The yard is covered on top with chicken wire but with enough patience something could dig under the yard wire. Or slide through the wire holes.
I have to get Bill. He’s in his studio and probably asleep, but this is serious. (more…)