So I have two cats: Mitchell and Oscar. Both are well past the "kitten" age. They're also both desexed.
AFter the last round of escape attempts courtesy of Oscar, we strung up a somewhat "crude" cat fence around the backyard that fenced the cats in to a particular area. THe cat fence consisted of plastic mesh strung across supports that were sloped inwards (which also had the somewhat positive effect of preventing cats coming IN the yard). This was eventually extended to any area that was visible from the backyard and could be used as a springboard. Dad also rigged up an old shed door to prevent the cats from running down one side of the house. We THOUGHT that was enough.
This morning however, I couldn't find the cats anywhere and I was panicking big time. After 2 and a half hours, I finally manage to locate them. SOMEHOW they'd managed to get around the shed door/cat fence rig down the back end of the house. Oscar was hiding along the side (and mewing his head off which is how I found him), then Mitchell was hiding in the neighbours backyard. He jumped over the fence and onto the garden shed roof before crying for someone to get him down
Oscar wouldn't stop headbutting me. Mitchell was feeling very sorry for himself
AFter the last round of escape attempts courtesy of Oscar, we strung up a somewhat "crude" cat fence around the backyard that fenced the cats in to a particular area. THe cat fence consisted of plastic mesh strung across supports that were sloped inwards (which also had the somewhat positive effect of preventing cats coming IN the yard). This was eventually extended to any area that was visible from the backyard and could be used as a springboard. Dad also rigged up an old shed door to prevent the cats from running down one side of the house. We THOUGHT that was enough.
This morning however, I couldn't find the cats anywhere and I was panicking big time. After 2 and a half hours, I finally manage to locate them. SOMEHOW they'd managed to get around the shed door/cat fence rig down the back end of the house. Oscar was hiding along the side (and mewing his head off which is how I found him), then Mitchell was hiding in the neighbours backyard. He jumped over the fence and onto the garden shed roof before crying for someone to get him down
Oscar wouldn't stop headbutting me. Mitchell was feeling very sorry for himself
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