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      Monday, March 16, 2009


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08:22 AM - 03/16/2009

The topic: Skippy news

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Last night was the second night he spent inside.  When he came in, I shut the door behind him.  There were still a few cats out, but I’d already chased the ones who don’t do the cat door in (Little Bit is the big worry).

There was a little growling, but not much.  And we found that Skippy is laying on the fake plant on top of the armoire to sleep.  The problem is when he gets down, the other cats are up there sniffing around and rustling the leaves and making sleep hard.  *sigh*

When the door is opened in the morning (the first time, the time when I go back to bed), Skippy is one of the first ones out.  It’s in the low 40s and when I got up, I see him curled up in the damp grass by the pool.  He likes this spot, but I don’t understand him laying right there where it can’t be warm at all.  And yesterday, when it was nice, I watched him breathing and it was way faster than normal, but I don’t know if he was dreaming or smelling something blowing in on the wind.  I watched him off and on during the day and for the most part, his breathing looked okay.  I just keep remembering Blackie. 

So, this morning, he wants to come back inside.  I opened the sliding door (the heats on, I don’t want to leave it open) and he made his way back inside.  He loves the Drinkwell Original Pet Fountain. He likes that running water and went back to it a couple of times while we were watching. He wanted to go back outside, but I’d shut the door. I decided to see if I could get him to go out the cat door in the garage.  And with a little coaxing, he made it into the garage.  I’d tossed some Greenies outside of the door, in hopes that the other cats would go out and he’d see that the door was working as it should, no trap on the other side.  LOL

Potter, the new resident stalker, was the first to go out.  The first and only, the others were running around, crying at me “where’s the treats?  I smell the treats, where’s the treats?”  But Skippy did come out to the garage and I heard him at the door.  I was in the dining room, Brian had made breakfast.  I look out the window and that little rat Potter was standing guard on the other side of the cat door, not letting Skip out.

I put down my fork and ran out the living room door, around the house, scooped Potter up in my arms and brought him back inside.  He just smiled at me, like he was such a good boy.  Hard to be angry with him.

Anyway, Skippy made it through the cat door, to go back into the out. I’m pleased that he did the cat door.  Now that I know he knows it, I’ll be interested to see if he comes in the same way.  Food is a great incentive.



Treats are such a great moitivator aren’t they.  I find that’s the easiest way to get them to do what I want rather than what they want. 

It also helps me to get nails cut because the treats at the end outweigh the humiliation of being turned upside down and having them done.

Posted by Norah @ Monday, March 16, 2009 - 12:31:06 PM


“Blackie”, eh? I’ll pray that he finds his way back to you! smile

Posted by Mary @ Tuesday, March 17, 2009 - 8:21:26 PM

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