I got a call from Nancy this morning, telling about what my bad kitties
have up to. Whenever they're bad, they're my kitties. When they're good
they're our kitties.
We've got a cat flap in the back door to let the furkids in/out when the
weather is too hot or too cold to leave the door standing open. It's one
of those with a hard plastic flap and a little locking mechanism that
allows it to open in only, open out only, open both ways, or not open at
all. After we installed it we found that the kitties were able to
manipulate the control knob - no small feat for a creature without
opposable thumbs!
Nancy then rigged a hard piece of plastic that can be velcroed over the
inside portion of the flap, including the control knob. The kitties soon
figured out how to rip off the plastic shield as well.
We then started parking an 18 pound tub of kitty litter in front of the
flap when we had the cats all in the house and didn't want them going
out. That has worked well - until this morning.
It seems that someone managed to push the bucket of litter far enough
out of the way to allow them to remove theplastic shield, turn the knob
to the "open" position, and go outside. When Nancy got up this morning
the bed was curiously devoid of kitties, and she heard a plaintive
meowing coming from the kitchen. Amelia had tried to join Sammy and
Tabitha in their early morning romp, but the space between the litter
bucket and the flap was too small for Amelia's "gravitationally gifted"
body to squeeze through. The kitty culprits also didn't think very
clearly about the end of their escaped, either. The litter bucket, while
moved enough to allow the kittens to squueze through, was still in such
a place that it wouldn't allow the flap to move back inwards. The two
kittens had essentially locked themselves into the back yard! When Nancy
opened the back door they both dashed gratefully into the house. I doubt
they were out there too long - they both usually sleep until 4:00 AM or
so - but they were no doubt quite thrilled with their great adventure.
Dan
Victor Martinez - 14 Apr 2004 22:02 GMT
> so - but they were no doubt quite thrilled with their great adventure.
I'm sure they were... I'm surprised our cats haven't figured out how to
open the door. Crazy critters....

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polonca12000 - 14 Apr 2004 22:51 GMT
Amazing kitties!
Best wishes,

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> I got a call from Nancy this morning, telling about what my bad kitties
> have up to. Whenever they're bad, they're my kitties. When they're good
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> allows it to open in only, open out only, open both ways, or not open at
> all. <snip
Yoj - 14 Apr 2004 23:41 GMT
> I got a call from Nancy this morning, telling about what my bad kitties
> have up to. Whenever they're bad, they're my kitties. When they're good
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> Dan
Determination, patience and brains will solve any problem. My cat flap
has a slide to lock it. Lindy can open it in nothing flat.
Joy
EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque) - 16 Apr 2004 06:32 GMT
> > I got a call from Nancy this morning, telling about what my bad
> kitties
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> Determination, patience and brains will solve any problem. My cat flap
> has a slide to lock it. Lindy can open it in nothing flat.
I had one with a solid particle-board panel which you slid into a groove
on the inside of the flap when you wanted to lock it. That worked fine
for a while - until one of the cats managed to hook a couple of claws
under it and get it started moving upward. I caught her one day just as
she succeeded in getting the panel up high enough so she could access
the flap, and she was outa-there!
Mischief - 17 Apr 2004 04:51 GMT
My brother has a d*g that is quite determined too. He has this mouse
that has velcro on its bottom. It opens a little pocket. My brother
would put a treat into the mouse, shut the velcro, wrap it in a bath
towel, then wrap the whole thing in a sheet. Then he would sit down
at the computer to work, and watch the entertainment, as Scrappy
worked hard to get to the mouse.
Kristi
Christine Burel - 15 Apr 2004 01:57 GMT
Smart little stinkers aren't they! I have to keep the dry food container
(a rubbermaid pitcher) locked away or he'll knock the container off the
counter and spill all the dry food.
Christine
> I got a call from Nancy this morning, telling about what my bad kitties
> have up to. Whenever they're bad, they're my kitties. When they're good
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>
> Dan
JP Hobbs - 15 Apr 2004 11:41 GMT
one minute I'm all tears on this ng, the next I can't stop laughing.
I know which I prefer anyway,each story I've read tonight has
beenreally funny thanks Dan. Jean.P.
> I got a call from Nancy this morning, telling about what my bad kitties
> have up to. Whenever they're bad, they're my kitties. When they're good
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>
> Dan