splashgirl45
Lurcher lover
Glad you are enjoying being a cat slave again
Hmm. Good idea in theory. Thank you. However, I think he would be a Cat Houdini. He is very long, slender, quick-witted and determined.You are not being mean not letting him out just yet. He doesn’t know you or the area. Could you get a harness for him today so you can accompany him out for a while as you get used to each other.
Hmm. Good idea in theory. Thank you. However, I think he would be a Cat Houdini. He is very long, slender, quick-witted and determined.
Re: the hatch. The only one that I have is over the saloon and is too far from the sole ( floor) for it to be a safe landing. On my next foray to P@h I will have a look at Houdini-Cat Harnesses. I won't tell him. It'll just give him more time to plot a method of getting out of them.
Thank you. Yes, I do, but they're booked up months in advance and are mighty expensive!I have no idea of your boat layout, but would there be any chance of a friendly boatyard handyman making you small/temporary "catio"...bit of timber/chickenwire/roofed that could sit securely over an open hatch, allowing limited deck access and the opportunity for watching the world go by?!
Thank you for this idea. The dog crate is huge - think GSD+++ size. I'd have to collapse it and wrangle it through the galley, and aft cabin and up the perpendicular stairs to the wheelhouse. Re-open it and then not be able to open the wheelhouse doors.Did you mention upthread that you had a dog crate? Could he sit in that outside or in an open doorway
Thank you for this idea. The dog crate is huge - think GSD+++ size. I'd have to collapse it and wrangle it through the galley, and aft cabin and up the perpendicular stairs to the wheelhouse. Re-open it and then not be able to open the wheelhouse doors.
Meanwhile RC is sitting in the wheelhouse, on the chart table, making blood-curdling threats and menaces to any feathered thing that catches his eye.
I think he's a pterodactyl, in furry disguise.
The Spanish catto aka gatoJust got back from The Mud Monster who demanded a carrot NOW, got it and went back to his haynet. Chipped most of it off, skipped him out and set the bed fair. Ditto for YO's Old Mare next door. I don't think YO has a tactful brain in her head: " Wot's it called? (Catto) "B****y stupid name. Call it Rodriguez and get it a bandana." I said "Hmm. A unusual name. Right." So, as far as YO is concerned, he's called Rodriguez. I shall have to fashion him a bandana from an old Buff, take a photo and placate her with that.
On a positive note, The Spanish Cat came flying out of his dog cage to greet me, all smarm and charm, and has now curled up next to me and gone to sleep.
And the wretched creature has lots of places to sharpen his claws: steps up to the now externally blocked midships entrance have a non-slip covering which is like corn stubble. It's got a proper name but the brain fog has smothered it. He uses them for claw sharpening purposes. Basically, he's the Megan Markle of the cat world at the moment. "What RC wants, RC gets . . ."