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I live with two dogs and two cats. They all need me to let them in and out. 

This is because I worry. I worry that if I made them their own door, they’d get in trouble. Casey the Border Collie would freak out at some noise and claw himself over the fence and run off. Jess the Calico Cat would take to working the streets and never come back again.

Charlotte the Mildly Autistic Tortoise Shell would likely still hang around and sleep on my spot on the couch. She likes being an indoor-ish cat. Caught herself a big mouse on the stoop this evening though. I was effusive with praise. Jess hung back and looked at me a bit plaintively, perhaps suggesting that she’d had a role in this fine capture of this exceptionally impressive mouse?

Likely. I’ve seen them tag-team before.

My other inhouse non-human here is The Fabulous Furry Frolicking Falcor. All my pets are rescues, and he and the cats date from last year. Falc is a border collie-Great Pyrenees cross, and is okay left in the yard, but still, I worry. What if something horribly terrifying happened while I was gone? I’ve only been his human since last summer. We haven’t done the thunderstorm thing since the weather hasn’t been cooperating. 

So, I do the door thing all the time. I keep my non-human peeps here in, I keep them out occasionally. But it all seems so rude on my part. 

There is an ex-pet door, covered over with plywood, that I could uncover and rework. I could also fit it with a movable cover.

Point being, I spend a lot of time here on my turf. I like to keep doors closed because of flies. (mosquitoes are technically flies.) So why am I being so controlling about this door thing with my nonhuman friends? 

I can probably fix this by knocking out a little sheetrock, maybe cutting back a few two-by-fours some, and making some kind of flap and then working out an interior barrier with plywood and slotted hardware. 

Yes, I can.

1 comment

  1. Miep

    yeah, I know about risks for outdoor cats. You’re right about that.

    My kittens, siblings, are about ten months old now. They have lived here since they were abandoned at about five weeks to our animal shelter here. They were sick, as were their five sibs and older half-sibling brothers, with a bad upper respiratory infection.

    I fostered all of these cat people for several months, during which our local shelter manager Angela Cary, who is just fantastic, could get them their basic shots and also spayed and neutered. The other five cat people all got adopted. I watched. This is all online. There are photos and microchipping is mandatory with shelter animals in Carlsbad, New Mexico.

    Here’s the website:

    Angela works tirelessly to find rescue group contacts for the dogs who are so frequently abandoned here in Carlsbad, New Mexico. She often spends her day off (Sunday) driving her SUV packed full of crates of dogs whom she is delivering to people who are up for finding them homes. She spends her life doing this because otherwise she has to kill them. She and her staff.

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