caterwauling
When I call the cats in for dinner, they'll all usually come wandering in through the cat flap in the front door...except Dora.
She prefers coming in through the south side window in our diningroom. When it's warm enough, we leave the window cracked so she can come and go, but it's been way too chilly to keep it open this early in the season.
Dora doesn't want to hear about it, and has no problem letting everyone know she's not pleased with this whole situation.
In the end, instead of trying to lift her down off her perch on the little shelf in the trumpet vine next to the window box, I acquiesced by going in the house and opening up the window from the inside, so she could step inside.
This little story should pretty much let you know who really runs the show around here at Cat Hill Farm!
caterwauling
When I call the cats in for dinner, they'll all usually come wandering in through the cat flap in the front door...except Dora.
She prefers coming in through the south side window in our diningroom. When it's warm enough, we leave the window cracked so she can come and go, but it's been way too chilly to keep it open this early in the season.
Dora doesn't want to hear about it, and has no problem letting everyone know she's not pleased with this whole situation.
In the end, instead of trying to lift her down off her perch on the little shelf in the trumpet vine next to the window box, I acquiesced by going in the house and opening up the window from the inside, so she could step inside.
This little story should pretty much let you know who really runs the show around here at Cat Hill Farm!