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Who let the cats out?
Tuesday, September 29th, 2015 11:34 amHard to believe that we have had the Moogs for four weeks come Thursday lunchtime. This means that we will be taking them to the vets for their booster shots at the weekend. I foresee that our reputations in Catdom will then be mud at least until we next feed them.
We are hoping that a month of living in the Gin palace will have accustomed them to the place and that they now regard it as home. This is important, because we want to start acclimatising them to the outside world, primarily the back garden. To begin with, we will only let them out when we are around and without feeding them first, so that they have an incentive to come barrelling in for their dinner. It might be time, too, for a little classical conditioning. We have a little bell. I think we should start ringing that every time they get fed, so that we can use it to call them back (if they are not wandering too widely) at night. They will still have the cat flap if they want to get out, of course, but some manner of calling them home will be useful.
We are worried that the Moogs will be rather too curious about the main road out front, so we will be semi fortifying the fence and gate at the side of the house, so that they are encouraged to go into the gardens behind the house and not out onto the street. That said, if they want to go that way, there is no real way of stopping them. It probably doesn’t help that they are very inquisitive, being only a week or two past their first birthdays. On the other hand, it doesn’t take much to spook them, either. They don’t like the ceiling fan or the vacuum cleaner, so hopefully the traffic out front will deter them. The main problem is likely to be at night, when it is quiet, so I suspect (forgive the hint of a pun), that we will have to play it by ear.
a series of photos of the brutes largely because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvet_the_cat asked.
The tabby is Peploe? And the black looking but actually very dark brown one is his sister, Moneypenny. They are the same age, but she is about half his size.
We are hoping that a month of living in the Gin palace will have accustomed them to the place and that they now regard it as home. This is important, because we want to start acclimatising them to the outside world, primarily the back garden. To begin with, we will only let them out when we are around and without feeding them first, so that they have an incentive to come barrelling in for their dinner. It might be time, too, for a little classical conditioning. We have a little bell. I think we should start ringing that every time they get fed, so that we can use it to call them back (if they are not wandering too widely) at night. They will still have the cat flap if they want to get out, of course, but some manner of calling them home will be useful.
We are worried that the Moogs will be rather too curious about the main road out front, so we will be semi fortifying the fence and gate at the side of the house, so that they are encouraged to go into the gardens behind the house and not out onto the street. That said, if they want to go that way, there is no real way of stopping them. It probably doesn’t help that they are very inquisitive, being only a week or two past their first birthdays. On the other hand, it doesn’t take much to spook them, either. They don’t like the ceiling fan or the vacuum cleaner, so hopefully the traffic out front will deter them. The main problem is likely to be at night, when it is quiet, so I suspect (forgive the hint of a pun), that we will have to play it by ear.
a series of photos of the brutes largely because
velvet_the_cat asked. The tabby is Peploe? And the black looking but actually very dark brown one is his sister, Moneypenny. They are the same age, but she is about half his size.