Junior likes to use his litter box ‘outside’ even though we keep one for him and Scamper in the laundry room. This means that in the middle of the night, most nights, he comes to tell us he wants out. It’s not wise to argue timing with a cat who uses a litterbox outside. Last night it got down to 26 degrees and the wind howled. Still, at about 1 am (earlier than his usual) Junior insisted he needed to go out.
I got up and slogged my way to the back door and opened it. He knows that once he is out, I’ll shut it behind him. A bell rings when he comes to the door to be let back in. Anyone who knows cats knows that going out can take two minutes or two hours. Junior poked his head at the cat flap that is in the storm door. He sniffed once, backed out and looked at me.
“Sorry, cat. Nothing I can do about it. It’s cold.”
Junior put his front feet on the back of the door, rested all his weight there and slammed the inside door closed. He stalked off in a huff.
Later that night (about 5 am) he insisted he HAD to go out.
I slogged my way to the door. Opened it. He poked his head at the cat door. He sat. He stood. He poked one foot at the cat door and tested the temperature with his nose. He turned around, stood on his hind legs and this time he pushed the door OPEN as if to say, “I’ll only be HALF a second. Leave the damn door open.”
When he did come back in a few minutes later, he came through the cat flap so fast, he about tore it right off the door.
Junior is very insulted by cold weather.
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