The lady often refers to our home as an obstacle course. Every morning before leaving for work she puts a bar stool in front of the cat door going to our litter boxes to keep Dixie out. Yes, Dixie will squeeze her butt right on through that little cat door in order to get some "treats" -- I know, gross! Dixie still manages to get in by moving the barstool so I don't know why the lady still insist on putting it in front of the door. The man is contemplating a solution to the "Dixie cat door problem,"-- he has been contemplating for a while. So, until he comes up with a solution the lady will keep up the senseless act of putting the barstool in front of the door. Creature of habit, that woman!
She puts pillows on the back of the couch so we will not leave indentions of our bodies in the cushions. Now, as you can see, it's very effective :)
So obviously the barstool and pillows are futile attempts to block us, but there are a few barricades we can't quite pass. Like the pink ferret leash on the bi fold doors going to the pantry. The leash was put in place after Cal went on his midnight binge of Dixie's dog food, sending his fragile digestive system into a tailspin. He has yet to fully recover, just ask the lady as she hollers for "more paper towels, please!"
Everytime the lady and man leave the house these chairs are stacked on the couch to keep Dixie's furs off. It is very effective against Dixie, however, we think they make very cool tee pee huts!
And lastly the brand new gate at the bottom of the stairs. Before the lady bought the gate she blocked the stairway with two barstools and our pirate ship-- what is it with her and barstools? That barrier was not strong enough against the tidal wave known as Dixie, so the lady dropped quite a few green papers on this heavy duty, extra wide, ain't-nothin'-getting-through-this-baby, gate. Well, nothing except a cat. It has a small cat door on the bottom, so small in fact, Dixie can't squeeze her butt through. It even has a locking "human door" so the lady doesn't have to try to jump over it, which on a stairway could prove quite hazardous. So Dixie hasn't figured a way around this one yet. It is in place to keep her out of the loft, where for some reason she liked to use as her own personal "indoor patch of grass."
So, when you come on over to our house, be sure to push the door hard enough to move the barstool, unlock the leash to the pantry to grab a snack, throw the chairs in the floor and have a seat, but try not to knock the cats off the back of the couch when you sit down.
She puts pillows on the back of the couch so we will not leave indentions of our bodies in the cushions. Now, as you can see, it's very effective :)
So obviously the barstool and pillows are futile attempts to block us, but there are a few barricades we can't quite pass. Like the pink ferret leash on the bi fold doors going to the pantry. The leash was put in place after Cal went on his midnight binge of Dixie's dog food, sending his fragile digestive system into a tailspin. He has yet to fully recover, just ask the lady as she hollers for "more paper towels, please!"
Everytime the lady and man leave the house these chairs are stacked on the couch to keep Dixie's furs off. It is very effective against Dixie, however, we think they make very cool tee pee huts!
And lastly the brand new gate at the bottom of the stairs. Before the lady bought the gate she blocked the stairway with two barstools and our pirate ship-- what is it with her and barstools? That barrier was not strong enough against the tidal wave known as Dixie, so the lady dropped quite a few green papers on this heavy duty, extra wide, ain't-nothin'-getting-through-this-baby, gate. Well, nothing except a cat. It has a small cat door on the bottom, so small in fact, Dixie can't squeeze her butt through. It even has a locking "human door" so the lady doesn't have to try to jump over it, which on a stairway could prove quite hazardous. So Dixie hasn't figured a way around this one yet. It is in place to keep her out of the loft, where for some reason she liked to use as her own personal "indoor patch of grass."
So, when you come on over to our house, be sure to push the door hard enough to move the barstool, unlock the leash to the pantry to grab a snack, throw the chairs in the floor and have a seat, but try not to knock the cats off the back of the couch when you sit down.***Thanks to all for the nice comments and well wishes for CC and Snoopy as they settle into their new homes. We hope to post updates on them!***
This picture is of our man servant acting silly and giving the niece, Kayla a piggy back ride before pre-school one morning a few years ago. We are guessing she was about 3 years old in this picture. The man and lady used to take Kayla to pre-school every morning for her mother, who as a nurse, had to be to work very early. Now, Kayla's Nana takes her to kindergarten and we don't see her as often. She was lots of fun and never pulled our tails! My how time flies! We can't believe how much she has grown since this picture, seems like only yesterday!
