SECURITY BREACH!!! WE HAVE A RUNNER!!!
One of the main attractions of this house was the back yard. Fenced in with a 6 foot wood fence to the east, and chain link fence to the west, and a large stone wall to the south, behind an impenetrable (to mortal humans) mass of bushes and such. Cat-proof, after I fixed the gate and block the gap in the fencepost, and blocked one or two other areas.
Yesterday we hadn’t heard from the cat in a while, and dog at the house behind us was barking a lot.
Remember that impenetrable mass of foliage? Cats get through that nicely. Seems the stone wall has a nice stepping stone climbing spot, perfect for a curious cat disobeying house rules. After a thorough search of the estate, I pushed my way into the dense bushes, in shorts and sandals (did I mention I was glad we don’t have all that many poisonous snakes around here?), saw the steps, and worked my way back to the climbing spot. I scaled the wall, and looked over into the neighbor’s yard. The dog, a young black lab, was still barking, but ran back toward this house.
Then I saw him. The fuzzy bastard. My beast had indeed climbed that wall, and gone over to the other side, and could not get back up the wall. I wasn’t about to hop down into the neighbor’s yard, so I leaned over as far as I could and called for the f****r. He walked back and forth for a second, then made a dash for the wall, and scampered up as far as he could. He was clinging bravely to a small rock outcropping with his front paws as I reached over and grabbed his harness and rescued the freak. He looked so forlorn there, clinging to the wall, begging me to help him. It was hard not to laugh.
I figured he was traumatized by the inability to get back and the barking dog, so I let him back out today, unsupervised. The we didn’t see him for a while. Shit. I went out AFTER dinner was cooked, and as it was beginning to get dark, thinking the idiot had gone back. The dog was barking, but it was more of a “let me in” bark than a “get the f*** out of my yard” bark, so I wasn’t sure he was over there, but had to check. As I ventured back into the jungle, finding the path I had beaten down yesterday, Lise saw f***wad walking back along the top of the wall toward the climbing spot, so at least I did not have to fight the spiders and lizards again. My guess is he was on the roof of their shed or something, but not in their yard.
Now I need to devise and install a barbed wire type barrier to keep his ass in our yard. He is declawed and not afraid of dogs or cars. And his name “Scooter” fits him well, he will bolt in search of new horizons given half a chance. I will defeat this nefarious creature. If it’s the last thing I do.