lovecatsworld.com via Cathy Ruggiero
We definitely have a challenge in the Lewis household: going through doors.
It doesn’t SEEM as if it should be that difficult, does it?
Yesterday Molly barked to come inside.
Fuzzy Molly
I held the front porch door open for her.
(She is about 14 now. She has some trouble getting around and is mostly deaf, though she can hear me when I clap my hands or if she happens to be looking at me when I speak. She had trouble accepting Amber even when Amber only weighed 16 pounds when we first brought her home. Now Amber is 91 pounds (at last weigh-in) and is definitely a jealous, bumbling big, doofus puppy of little brain who wants to be in on all the action. )
So – I held the door open for Molly and invited her in. She didn’t hear me, but Amber did.
Amber at 1 year.
Amber trotted over to the door, bumping into me and wanting to go out. I said ‘no,’ and tried to get Molly in again. Molly heard me this time, but was intimidated to try to come IN while Amber was again trying to go OUT.
Combine this with two cats!
Smoke
Smoke was outside, deciding she wanted to come in, ahead of Molly, but didn’t want to deal with Amber.
Abby decided that she wanted to go OUT, but didn’t want to deal with anyone, so sat there meowing loudly….
Molly wouldn’t come in. Amber wouldn’t go to her place. Smoke wouldn’t come in. Abby wouldn’t go out. I’m standing at the door – a now IRATE traffic director – totally frustrated with the lot of them. Only the fish escaped my wrath, since they didn’t say anything.
I finally shut the door and stormed into the living room where my husband sat placidly reading his kindle in his recliner, oblivious to the whole situation. I just sat down, asking him if he would let Molly in…. :0)
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