Soth has always wanted to be an outdoor cat. When we visit my parents, they have to keep their dog door closed because Soth figured out how to make it work about .2 seconds after watching their dog go through.
Really what he wants to do is go out, eat grass, and then come back in and barf up the grass on my carpet, but sometimes he'll settle for watching the birds, especially when we visit my parents who have a ton of bird feeders.
At the apartment, I'd put his harness and leash on him and let him explore the patio a bit. Sometimes, he'd settle for being a lap cat if there were bunnies in the yard for him to watch or he'd settle for sitting next to me on my parents patio furniture.
At our house, though, Soth has decided he's not settling anymore. He wants to be outside--all the time. He paces in front of the back door and cries, screams, and howls until I scoop him up and relocate him or I let him out. This video gives a good example of what I deal with all day long. He's making me look forward to going back to work.
Even though we have the fence, I'll never let him out in the backyard alone. There are gaps under the fence that he could easily fit through (at least until my parents come and help me figure out how to block them off) and I don't know how the dino-dogs on the other side of the fence would react to seeing a cat through the fence.
Luckily, I've got a trusty herding dog and she takes her job of cat herding very seriously. I've allowed Soth out a few times when Barley and I have been out with him. It took a little work to convince Barley that Soth was allowed in the yard, but she quickly quit trying to herd him back to the door.
|Last summer, she was certain he wasn't allowed in Grandma's yard.|
And shifted her focus to just keeping track of him wherever he happened to go.
|Soth does not think he needs a babysitter.|
Soth was less than amused to have a shadow wherever he went in the yard (and really he had two because I was following him around, too). I decided we might all be a little more relaxed if I put on his harness and attached it to one of Barley's long lines, so I looped the long line through the patio furniture and clipped him to it.
Unfortunately, I was spending a lot of time getting up and untangling him, which always seemed to happen right before the most exciting plays during Pirates games.
Then I looked up and somehow he'd squirmed out of his harness--how I don't know because I had trouble clipping it with his little belly and it was still hooked! He hadn't gone far--but he had crawled into the crawl space under the house that's full of spiderwebs, so crawling in after him was not my favorite thing.
Barley also felt compelled to keep a close eye on her brother even if he was tethered.
Luckily for all of us, Chewy.com had a medium tent on sale last month, so we ordered one and everyone is much happier!
|Herding cats is a lot easier when the cat is contained.|
Now Soth can eat grass to his heart's content and Barley and I can relax a little more.