With the installation of the fence, and the start of nice weather, we’ve started letting the cats out for supervised playtime. This may have been a mistake. Now instead of coming home to cats who want to snuggle or chase things, we come home to the insistent yowl of “let me out.”
The worst of it is that it’s not a constant that they get to go out. If it’s dark or raining, they’re not going out. I don’t want to have to go collect cats that aren’t ready to go back in when it’s time to go to bed. And I certainly don’t want to deal with the massive quantities of mud that would come in with them on rainy days. As you can see, some cats come in less white than they go out. But they love it, and they’re very good about cleaning up no matter how thoroughly they’ve rolled in the dirt.
The funniest part is that the Mister has decided that the whole yard is a catbox. He gets outside and instantly must use this new, clean toilet space. Before the fence, we had to watch for piles of elk poo. Now we have to watch for cat poo (he doesn’t cover anything, never has the lazy sot).
My main concern at the moment is that the yard is full of clover and the bees are loving it. Supervising for bee stings is going to be an interesting way to spend the summer.