When I moved into my house 30 years ago there had been a cat door installed in the door from the kitchen to the basement. At the time it never occurred to me that I would ever have a cat so I took out the flap (which was broken anyway) and put a brass kick plate across the hole. Since I left the door to the basement open most of the time anyway, it was just fine.
Then I got a cat. And a cat box in the basement. And a dog who was VERY interested in the cat box. Eww. So I took off the kickplate and closed the door. Zorro was just fine with just a hole in the door for many years, although it always bothered me. When we got Nimue I decided that I wanted something nicer looking so I bought a cat door/flap kit to install. Of course, the hole was too large to install the kitty flap (or any kitty door/flap that I could find) so my local hardware store crafted a piece of scrap wood to fit into the hole so I could install the door. Of course, this makes it sound easier than it was; after I got the scrap piece in place, I put off installing the door for a couple of weeks.
At the end of that two weeks, we had a thunderstorm during the day. I’m sure I’m probably mentioned that my Irish Setter was not a big fan of thunderstorms. At night I could keep her a little under control but that day, while the storm raged, I was at work. I came home to see that in her mania to get to the basement (she always thought she would be safer from thunder in the basement), she had completely clawed the wood piece, to the point where it was unusable any longer. I decided a hole in the door with no kitty flap would be fine after all. I left the scrap piece in place and put the kitty flap kit in a drawer.
Fast forward to this week. Rhiannon is no longer with us and Guinevere, while afraid of almost everything else on the planet, is not afraid of thunderstorms (don’t ask me why, it doesn’t make any sense to me either). And we have company coming in October so I have a long list of projects that I’d like to get done. Kitty flap/door was yesterday. Turns out that the kit had instructions written by Martians and if I originally had all the pieces and hardware, I didn’t have them now. Punting took just two trips to the hardware store.
Once the flap was installed, I took Nimue’s favorite kitty treats, went down the basement stairs and shut the door behind me. She came to the door almost immediately when I shook the treat container; I had a treat in my hand and was just about to partially open the flap from my side when the dog decided she needed to assist in the operation. Unfortunately, she wanted to assist by herding the cat, which is one of the cat’s least favorite things. She fluffed up and ran. When YA tried to help, Nimue ran upstairs where she ensconced herself in the middle of my bed. She practically dared any of us to get near her.
She did eventually settle down but I’m worried that her first traumatic experience with the kitty door may be a bad omen. I put several of her kitty treats on the other side for now, so we’ll see what happens.
Have you pissed anybody off lately? On purpose? Are you sorry or not?