Pesky Cats

A couple of weeks ago I was listening to a colleague talking about the fact that folks are either dog people or cat people. As he was speaking I was considering he fact that actually I am neither. I don't much like cats or dogs.

It's true that I had a cat when I was young, however that cat and I didn't have the best relationship and the most awesome thing about it was the way it could hunt and catch squirrels. And I don't find videos of cats jumping on tables or climbing into boxes cute or even mildly amusing.

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As far as dogs go I get how they can be a close companion, encourage people to exercise and how a real bond can build between the animal and its owner. For me though I see too much responsibility and the thought of collecting up a soft, stinky, warm pile of faeces with my hand covered in a thin supermarket carry bag on a freezing cold morning literally turns my stomach.

As a result I don't own a cat or a dog, however if you spent anytime sitting in my garden you would believe that I owned a whole menagerie. Perhaps a little like those old women that occasionally turn up on reality shows about environmental health and are found to be living with over ninety feline companions.

For some reason our garden is a haven for cats. At anyone time there can be three cats in the back garden, sometimes running through, most often nonchalantly wandering around looking for a flower bed to treat as its own litter tray. If the sun is out they maybe laid stretched out asleep in the Sun catching a few rays.

The front garden is so well used that a path akin to those made my sheep on the mountains of North Wales has formed. This weekend was a chance to fight back, a chance to block up the holes in the fences enabling these cats entrance to the garden. So this morning using some paving slabs the exits and entrances were closed. And I rubbed my hands in glee. But less than ten minutes later, a large white fluffy cat was in the garden. I stood and watched as it inspected the hole it has used in the past and then as, without bother, it squeezed itself through the trellis fence and carried on its way.

Feline 1 - Human 0

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Time to turn to chemical warfare me thinks.

 

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