We had lunch with Scotticher yesterday, and she ended up giving us a baby gate.
There’s no screen on the front door, so we haven’t been able to take advantage of the prevailing breeze to bring cool air into the house because Indoor Cat needs to stay indoors. He’s a well behaved cat. He wants to go outside, but in reality it freaks him out. Last week he jumped out of an open bedroom window, realised he’d been swallowed by the Kitty TV, and ran to the front door and cried to be let back in. He’s not a jumper, so we reckoned a baby gate would be just the ticket to let him know not to go out, and to give us the cooling sea breeze.
Thanks to Scotticher we get a cool house, and the cat gets to see Front Yard World without a pane of glass to keep out the smells. He can also see out from his perch on the back of the love seat.
And at our old place, one of the wandering regulars was a large black and white cat that I just called the Cow Cat. We have two, siblings; the bigger one is a creamsicle, and yep that’s how I describe him, lol. The smaller is just Little Orange Cat. They have names, of course, but the descriptors are more fitting than Dresden and Murphy, though Murphy definitely lives up to the ‘small and feisty’ part, and Dresden is definitely the long, sleek, powerful, elegant kitty…right up until he slams into the wall or spends ten minutes chasing his own tail.