Gabe got to go outside this morning. This was our second attempt. A few weeks ago I tried it and he headed to the gate, as if to leave, so I swooped him up and brought him back inside.
Zander and Gabe wishing I would go away
Today, I grabbed a cup of coffee and joined the cats outside, ready to snag Gabe if he tried to leave again. Instead, he was content to hang out by the catnip and roll in the grass.
This is how I usually train the cats to be backyard kitties. I hang with them and discourage them from jumping the fence or finding an opening I didn’t realize we had. It takes a few times, but they always seem to get the idea. If they want to hang out in the yard, they must stay in the yard.
Emma joins the boys
I have also been known to send Bixby out after them to bring them back in. He’s very protective of his kitties. And I figure, better he scares them than the dog next door (even though the dog next door weighs all of 4 lbs and is terrified of the ducks).
To be fair, the only way to leave the yard is to jump the six-foot fence and for Gabe, that may no longer be a possibility. We don’t body shame here, but he seems to have grown as round as he is long.
Bonus Penelope (FKA Pearl):
Most of the white stuff in the water does not belong to her, but to my neighbors’ cottonwood.
Respite open thread
ETA: Someone added a “Duck Blogging” category and it wasn’t me! I swear.