As you know, we have a cat door. As you may not yet know, apparently a few other cats have learned to use it–sneaking in when we weren’t watching. We began to suspect something was amiss when the food bowls were going down rather quickly. The other clue was that there would sometimes be a tap at the cat door and then nothing. The “nothing” usually happened when we were talking, meaning the invader realized we were close and didn’t come in. Until The Black Cat. Black Cat got brave and started blowing through the cat door like it wasn’t there, attacking the food bowl with such vigor that one might believe he was mere seconds from starvation. Blackie had tag and collar however, so we were quite certain he was owned. Abandoned? Perhaps, given the way this cat went at the food.
It took a few tries to get friendly enough to read the tag, get a number and call the owner. It took a few calls for us to believe the cat was, in fact, getting fed. The owner even went and bought the same kind of cat food we have — hoping that Blackie would stay home more often.
Blackie and Junior get along GREAT. They play outside–chase, wrestle, tag, smack, whatever. But…yeah. Scamper. We don’t know if Scamper is truly afraid of Blackie, but Blackie chases her like he’s planning on running right through her and on into next week. Scamper *hates* Blackie. Passionately. She saves her best hisses and growls for him, but ultimately, she takes off faster than any domestic cat can run.
It’s been a problem because, although the owners are keeping Blackie inside more often, Blackie comes over here the minute he is given free time outside. If Scamper happens to be in the yard, he chases her away. Two or three times Scamper was in eating and Blackie tried to get to her. We tried to stop it. There was a rather crowded scene at the cat door. Scamp didn’t want us too close, and she sure didn’t want Blackie anywhere in the same cat universe. There was much yelling and cat screeching. In the end, she bolted through the door and over Blackie out into the yard. A rather nasty chase ensued.
This was not a scene we wanted repeated. For one, Scamper began staying away from home–her place of safety. For two, she wasn’t coming and eating as often. For three, she started limping. We don’t know that Blackie had anything to do with it–she easily could have landed wrong from a jump–but we blamed him anyway.
Scamper has been coming in, eating and leaving as fast as possible. We needed A Plan. Or Two.
One plan is a cool device my husband is making–basically a doorbell that will “ring” when the cats pass across a beam. Yeah, BMHusband is kind of like “Q” in James Bond only younger and better looking. The doorbell will provide us a warning that an object is trying to get in (whether the door is open or closed.)
My contribution is more mundane. It is my job to explain to Scamper that we will provide a second exit. I’m sort of like the behind-the-scenes tester that you don’t see in James Bond, the one that might get her fingers singed or in this case growled and howled at if I can’t convince Scamper to try the other exit.
It’s been hard to convince Scamper that there is a second, secret exit (the old, laundry room/garage exit). She hasn’t spent enough time inside lately to find that when she comes in, we open the escape door.
E…ven…tuall…y she took a short look in the kitchen. Nope. Too scary. Left.
After a few tries, she figured out the door was there, but even after the first exploration where she discovered the garage and the light at the end of the tunnel, she was unconvinced. She left in a hurry–through the back door.
Today, she came in again, ate and then took more time looking around. Once again, she inspected the garage and the slightly open door. After five minutes or so, she came back in and boy, can that cat do *smug.* You should have seen the happy little smile on her!
I’m fairly certain she’s most of the way there. If she ends up cornered inside, she will at least check the garage escape hatch. If it isn’t open, she already knows that if she waits patiently, one of the humans always opens the back door–chances are good the humans will open the front. Then, sneaky Scamper can go out the front while Blackie is scratching at the back!!!
Yeah. There’s some possible holes in these plans. But I’m telling you, we’re almost there. And if it doesn’t work…anyone have a plan C???