Photo description: four compartment laundry basket with one bag missing and a gray tabby sitting in the vacant hole
I was a little surprised when I went to put the laundry bag back and Thor the cat was pretending to be laundry, sitting there as still as you please. He does a pretty good job for a 19 pound cat, but doesn’t quite fill the space. And he can’t hold many clothes.
The wood I used for the top of the catio access, going from the house window to the enclosed space for the cats, rotted in the rain. I knew I had to address it, but when Thor the gray tabby ended up outside by his lonesome it became more urgent.
Photo description: corner of the catio corridor showing the rotted wood and planks partially removed
It is in my plan to get some clear material to go over the top to keep the rain out, but to make it secure in the meantime I replaced some of the wood then laid poultry wire over to keep the cats in. I had both the wood and wire, so didn’t have to make a trip to the hardware store.
Photo description: repaired corridor corner
The poultry wire is stapled to the wood, and wired to the hardware cloth, so the cats should be secure.
Thor the gray tabby cat is thoroughly confused by the antics of Sophie the dilute calico cat. Thor is usually the one in the box taking swipes at passerby. He isn’t quite sure what to do about this development. Missy the small black dog is on hand to break up any fights.
Photo description: calico cat popping out of a fabric covered box with a gray tabby looking at the camera and the tail of a black dog headed off screen
This was an interesting game of cat chess. Izzy the calico was cuddled in the fuzzy blanket on my chair, and Sophie the dilute calico jumped up on the footstool and stared at her. Izzy woke up when I took the picture, saw Sophie sitting higher than she was, so moved up to the top of the chair in a checkmate move.
Photo description: dilute calico in the foreground staring at a calico cuddled in a fuzzy blanket
I would gave stayed in the comfy cozy blanket, which just proves I’d be rubbish at cat chess where the goal is the hold the high ground.