I think senility has finally struck, just been out clearing a path through the snow to let our Tom cat to get up on the garden to do his business despite it still falling heavily and settling. We have a litter tray but he will not use it only the female uses it being more of a house cat. I suppose it is better that than him finding a corner of the carpet. He tried every exit but was not budging until a path was cleared.
Richard
Reminds me of "The Door Into Summer" by Robert A Heinlein.
Pete (the cat) didn't like winter. He too would try every exit in case one was better; he was literally looking for the door into summer.
You know why they say cats have staff and not owners!
I think if it was just up to me I would have just thrown him out and let him manage on his own but with the chief cat wrangler watching over my shoulder I would have swiftly followed him out for a spell in the snow.
Richard
Had the same problem in the winter of 1963. More than a foot of snow in London and the cat insisted on having a path cleared regularly. Probably used up one of his nine lives towards the end of the winter when I let him in moments before a huge fall of snow from the roof landed just where he had been shouting. He might have survived the snow, but probably not the length of cast iron gutter it brought down with it.
I forgot to leave a litter tray out for mine this morning as I was not expecting that much snow.
He used the bath.
Buy another litter tray?
Cheers
Dave R
Quite right too, cats have better things to do than clear snow for themselves when there is a human around. Brian
I got into trouble for that once - I was round at the GF's parents while they were away for the week - just checking in and feeding the cat etc. She said "throw the cat out of the window" referring to the somewhat elderly and grumpy lump sat on the couch.
Apparently I took this instruction too much at face value, by opening the window (ground floor!) and gently lobbing it out.
You know how cats always seem to land lightly on their feet? Well this thing didn't, it went "thwump" like a small sack of spuds!
There is a theory that you can avoid that by tying a slice of buttered bread to their back...
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