Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Walking the Cat
Our cat, Gordon, enjoying her evening stroll.
In my last post, I think more people were intrigued by the idea of me walking my cat than of the garden, so I thought I'd just do a quickie follow-up. Our little cat, Gordon, who had lived in an apartment her whole life until we bought this house a few years ago, has suddenly become obsessed with going outside. There's a slight problem, however...well, a few, really.
Gordon (in the distance) being stalked by Boots...the sweet neighborhood cat.
I don't like it when people just let their cats roam around freely in the city. There is too much chance of them getting hurt or killed (cars, bigger animals, etc.) and also a large opportunity for them to be a nuisance to others...not to mention all the wildlife they kill. Also, our cat is declawed...so she has no way to defend herself or even climb a tree if she gets in trouble.
Boots attempts to play with Gordon...she ain't havin' it!
Therefore, Norm (my partner) and I must escort her whenever she goes outside to explore...usually in the morning and evening. This usually means that Norm watches Gordon while I putter around the garden, watering things, pulling weeds, and generally fussing over things.
One of the neighborhood cats who has adopted us enjoys some freshly-cut Catmint (Nepeta) from the garden. Don't let his sweet face fool you, he is a stone-cold killer...bringing us a constant supply of birds and squirrels.
Gordon's favorite outside activity...rolling around in the sun.