The Viking installed a Cat Door – a move to save my sanity as two cats badgered me relentlessly to open and close the door 179 times a day. Overall, it’s been a mixed blessing. The first couple weeks were wonderful as they came and went as they pleased. Teddy was so happy with the arrangement he felt the need to bring me gifts: a live bird, a live mouse, a dead mouse, a half-eaten dead mouse, another live bird, a dead bird, and a half-eaten dead bird.
After a year of gifting and slaughter, I have finally convinced both Teddy and Izzie that wildlife is not allowed in the house – dead or alive. I am proud of them for their hunting prowess, but please leave all gifts on the back step where I can fully appreciate them without stepping on cadavers in the middle of the night as I stumble to pee.
I thought that was the end of negatives issues regarding the Cat Door but this morning I was proven wrong.
It’s a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly on our eastern-facing back door/cat door. I was just happy to see the sun and didn’t realize there was a problem until I heard hissing. Izzie hissing, to be exact. I had my back to her and the door, checking Face Book, so turned around to see what was going on.
Izzie was staring hard at the Cat Door. And there, just at the very bottom of the cat door, I saw two pointy shadows that I soon realized were Cat Ears slowly moving upwards.
Holy Shit! There’s an Enemy at the Cat Door!!
Then, because he must have heard Izzie hissing, Teddy came creeping through the kitchen, watching the cat door.
I sat down between the cats, in front of the cat door.
We sat in silence, watching the Cat Ear shadow rise and lower several times. And then we had a discussion because this was a crisis that needed to be given careful consideration.
There was little doubt that the cat sitting on the other side of the Cat Door was Slinky – the crazy cat from next door. Even his owners call him batshit crazy.
Once we decided who we were dealing with, we now considered what actions needed to be taken. And action definitely needed to be taken or Slinky might misconstrue our lack of response as weakness and launch an invasion right into our home!
Cat Ear Shadow slowly rises.
I could beat on the door and scare Slinky away and hope he would never come back, but Slinky is crazy and who knows what goes on in that twisted mind. Teddy and Izzie voted against that action anyway as it had a taint of cowardice in the face of aggression at our sovereign Cat Door.
Cat Ear shadow slowly lowered.
Or, we could wait until Slinky poked his head through the flap. The physics of the Cat Door means that once you embark on a passage through the flap, you can’t change your mind, you’re fully committed. If you try to back up, the flap lodges behind your head and effectively traps you. Izzie liked the sound of that immediately. Teddy, on the other hand, thought we might be flirting with Un-Sportsman-like Conduct and that’s not something to be taken lightly. So the whole option was turfed before we even discussed what to do with the head once it was trapped – whether we spray it with the water bottle or mock it for not understanding the science involved in Cat Doors.
Cat Ear shadow rises.
At this point, Teddy wondered if someone should go wake up The Viking. This is kind of his area of expertise, is it not? There’s nothing quite as terrifying as Vikings in the morning – just ask the Monks at Lindesfarne. Teddy and I are peaceful Hippies, ill-equipped to deal with aggression, while Izzie is only mean from a distance when it comes to other cats and prefers name-calling and cursing rather than physical violence. Unless……someone else is doing the violence, like a Viking that’s cranky for being woken up because our perimeters have been breached…..and then she’s all in. With PomPoms.
Cat Ear shadow lowers.
I thought we should entertain less violent options before we bring in the big gun.
Cat Ear shadow rises.
We could just let Izzie shout derogatory insults – her specialty – through the Cat Door while Teddy and I cheer from the sidelines and hope Slinky doesn’t call our collective bluff. Teddy asked if that was just a little too close to Bullying? Fair question. We don’t want that ugly reputation to stick; Izzie already has a reputation as a Home Invasion Expert and a prolific Car Jacker so we don’t really need more notoriety.
Cat Ear shadow lowers.
We considered barking madly like an insane Mastiff but neither cat wanted to stoop that low. Because they have standards. Unlike this turncoat….
By now we were beginning to entertain increasingly implausible defensive actions. No one had a slingshot or a fishing net and, of course, I’m not allowed to have a Flame Thrower. We were running out of options. In the end, I was out-voted. ME! Without the slightest pang of conscience, both cats volunteered me to take one for the team. I was to be sacrificed to the crazy hell that is Slinky. And while I was arguing against the decision with all the fervor of Atticus Finch…….
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
As one, we turned our heads toward The Viking, standing there in his underpants holding a pair of socks. We started explaining the crisis…..
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” He whipped the back door open.
Apparently, Slinky either got tired of listening to our evil plans…..or…..got bored and went home.
