Now that winter has started a few days early and we’ve got snow and ice on the ground, our cats Harry and Maynard have decided that they like being indoor cats just fine thank you. Well, Maynard has anyway. I coaxed him into going outside last night in the rain, and when he came in a couple of hours later he wouldn’t even look at me. Harry, on the other hand, still WANTS to go outside, but once he gets there he’s ready to come back in after a few minutes. So for the last week or so, he and I have been playing that perennial feline favorite game, “In-Again-Out-Again”. He’s very direct about letting me know when he wants to go out — he walks right up to me and meows expectantly. If I don’t respond within whatever interval he thinks is appropriate, he starts misbehaving until I open the door. He’s equally insistent about wanting to come in. He paws madly at the screen door, making a racket easily heard all over the house.
Yes, my pets do have me well-trained, thank you. So I’m not sure if I’m ready to step up and buy them their own pet doorbell. Frankly, I’d rather buy an electric-eye setup like they have at the supermarket so that they could open the damn door themselves. For now, though, I’m going to have to settle for sub-contracting the work out to Charlotte.
