The Battle of the Open Doors.
It seemed I had no hope of winning as the reason they are open twice a day for 15 minutes is to allow the cats access/egress.
Apparently some dreadful thing might befall us if the little dears had to wait a nano-second to be let in.
This only became an issue recently when I gave in to pressure and allowed Willow to join the walkers. Until then, the inner door was closed and the walkers could wait in the “air lock”, the space between.
No doubt Willow would too, but I am neurotic. So the doors are both open.
(Because if the door she comes to is closed she may run away forever…)
Since the day of my great fright, when Willow took a prolonged walk, I have been going out to potter in the garden in order to keep an eye on her. I think I may just make a case for keeping the doors closed.
After all it will be cold soon and heating is far too expensive to be wasted.
“Should I go this way? Or that way?”
Willow had actually not gone for a long walk that day. She was having a lengthy meditation under a hedge.
Apparently she had headphones on and didn’t hear us calling.
But she “gets my vibes” and when I freaked out she came running.
It’s not the doors being open as such that troubles me, but other things that come through them besides cats.
One sad day this included a chipmunk that one of the girls had dragged in. Luckily it was Grant who found it.
Later, Dee Dee came looking for her toy so we suspect she was the guilty party.
This little chap stayed safe on top of the hedge. There are chipmunks everywhere this year and some may have found their way into the house siding which is worrying, considering what mice did to my car last year.
“What’s up, Willow?”
“I’m doing rodent patrol.”
They are both efficient mousers.
Mouse, chipmunk, any small creature that moves fast.
Often not fast enough 🙁
Lily still moves like a young cat.
For Grant she comes running.
Dee Dee has to be rounded up.
Maybe she has a secret boyfriend, or perhaps she goes off to visit the ever elusive Mr Nibbs.
Lily had to stop for a drink, because of course we don’t offer water indoors.
“Rainwater is good for cats!”
“Right. I’ve decided.”
“I’ll go this way.”
Patches considers decisions carefully.
While the cats do rodent watch, I do sky-watch. Clouds always, but at this time of year I am listening for geese.
Just as I always ran to a window to see Concorde, I go outside to watch geese.
It will never get old for me.
What is it about a formation of birds that brings a lump to my throat?
Many such birds fly thousands of miles at great altitudes, braving many challenges, each doing its part. I suppose I see in them something heroic.
Also, those formations represent many farewells.
Farewells are hard for me.
Meanwhile the day was drawing in.