It's pouring. The dogs do not want to go out for their pee and poop excursion. So, we wander around the house.
The cats (Mama and Fergus) live in this small space that is a section of the garage, a cat door to the outside, and a small enclosed are tacked onto the outside of the house. The enclosure is about 10 x 20. The previous owners used it for a dog run. It was full of poop when we arrived, along with a bathtub full of dirt and dead plants. But that's another story.
The cats are still in their freaked out mode. Fergus tends to cower in the garage. Mama huddles out in the closure, occasionally climbing the chicken wire to see if she can find an egress.
Did I mention the pouring bit. Well, mama decided, because of her freak out, she'd rather be outside in the rain than in the dry garage. Nothing sadder to see than a soaking wet cat.
I opted to find one of my tarps and throw it over the enclosure. I also found some stove pipe wire to attach the tarp to the enclosure.
At this point, our standing water lake is pushing up against the foundation blocks at the edge of the enclosure. I should have gotten some waders. I struggle for a fifteen minutes in the rain shifting the ladder around to stovepipe wire the tarp to the mesh covering the enclosure. The beauty of cut stovepipe wire is it's sharpness. One piece slid effortlessly into the tip of my finger. The blood flow was quite prodigious.
But the tarp is up. Mama has decided to hide in the garage.
The cats (Mama and Fergus) live in this small space that is a section of the garage, a cat door to the outside, and a small enclosed are tacked onto the outside of the house. The enclosure is about 10 x 20. The previous owners used it for a dog run. It was full of poop when we arrived, along with a bathtub full of dirt and dead plants. But that's another story.
The cats are still in their freaked out mode. Fergus tends to cower in the garage. Mama huddles out in the closure, occasionally climbing the chicken wire to see if she can find an egress.
Did I mention the pouring bit. Well, mama decided, because of her freak out, she'd rather be outside in the rain than in the dry garage. Nothing sadder to see than a soaking wet cat.
I opted to find one of my tarps and throw it over the enclosure. I also found some stove pipe wire to attach the tarp to the enclosure.
At this point, our standing water lake is pushing up against the foundation blocks at the edge of the enclosure. I should have gotten some waders. I struggle for a fifteen minutes in the rain shifting the ladder around to stovepipe wire the tarp to the mesh covering the enclosure. The beauty of cut stovepipe wire is it's sharpness. One piece slid effortlessly into the tip of my finger. The blood flow was quite prodigious.
But the tarp is up. Mama has decided to hide in the garage.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm