All day long we’ve had a soft rain falling. I thought the rain was nice. Peaches, however, didn’t enjoy the rain. She couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted. We’d offer to let her out, and she’d go to the back door and decide not to go. Finally, after she got some catnip, she went out. I thought the matter was settled for a few hours. She has a nice bed in the garage if she needs it. John went off to his computer, and I continued to knit and pop up now and then to answer the call of the washer or dryer.
At one point I heard some little baby cries coming from Lucky. He was standing on his hind legs at the glass door whining at something on the other side. I thought maybe a bird had landed on the deck. However, I was astonished to see Peaches sitting quite composed on the second story deck with her tail wrapped around her feet.
To get up there, she had to scramble up the post supporting the deck. She seemed confident we’d let her in that way; after all, we had once before. So we let her in, but she wasn’t in the house long before she headed out again. Apparently, her mission was accomplished. We didn’t see her again for several hours. Meanwhile, Lucky was grateful for the breeze through the screen. The rain had slackened and it was cool, so there was no reason to keep the door closed.
The upshot of this story is that I think we’re in training. This was lesson two. Peaches has found another door to make us use for her goings and comings. I hate it when cats do this. They are so persistent. You know they’re going to get their way. I mean, who could deny a little cat entrance when she’d climbed a post that high and might hurt herself getting down? We don’t use the deck, for we don’t want Lucky and Charming getting out, but Peaches is bound to change all that. Worst of all, there’s no way to reason with cats.
I’m also wondering if Peaches and Lucky, who really aren’t pals yet, are somehow in cahoots? Are they working together to insure that every door remains open at all times? Is she finding new ways to do that? This makes me a little nervous to think that they’re plotting things between themselves. If they do this when they’re still wary of one another, what will they do if they become really friendly?
When you have cats, you really have it wrong. They have you–right where they want you. No doubt about it.