OK...at 3:30 AM, I hear a weird noise. I am not thrilled with weird noises at half past three in the morning.
I open the bedroom door, and there it is. The damn thing was trying to get in my room! Or maybe, like the cats, it wanted me to get up and put down food, right?
The purpose of a cat door is to allow egress for cats, so that I don't have to have a six-cat litter box in the house. I do not want outdoor critters coming in and eating me out of house and home. Especially ones to whom discipline is a foreign word.
I may have to get a live trap and take the thing away to the country and release it.
I shall have to check and see if there is such a thing as a live trap small enough to fit in the Miata.
I can understand being hungry. Lord knows, we all have to tighten our belts in this shifting economy. And, I can understand being lazy. I can't think why that word didn't make it onto my birth certificate. After all, the nearest outdoor water hole is a couple of blocks away. And, from the looks of this thing, its brain is not big enough to comprehend the concept of going away, once it has found a source of food and water. No matter how often I chase it out with a broom. So, it has to go away. And I do mean "AWAY." Not just behind the washing machine, where I can't reach it.