We have a cat named Strider. Yes, he is named after the noble and manly “Strider,” also known as Aragorn, from J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, which is one of the best books ever written.
Strider’s official territory consists of our 3.5 acres, but he does not heed these human boundaries. He reigns where he rambles.
His humble abode used to be our heated garage, where he had free access to come and go through a swinging pet door. But this is where he got himself into trouble. Lately he’s been entertaining too many neighborhood friends, who do not know the rules of the place. Now it’s not that these friends were too loud and raucous. No, it’s that they began to relieve themselves on our garage steps, thus violating Rule Number 1.
And Rule Number 1 is, use the litter box! Or find a suitable place outside to do your business.
It was my husband who discovered this gross violation of rules, for he leaves the house first in the morning, and of course he got stuck with cleaning it up. Now a man can only handle this effrontery for so long (two times) before something happens. After all, we already have to clean up the bowel movements of 7 children. We are not about to clean up other people’s cats’ feces.
So last weekend, my husband kicked that cat and all his friends out. The swinging pet door was bolted shut. No more heated garage for Strider. Now, he gets to live in this:
Lest you think we’re being too hard on the cat, do take notice of the cord coming out of the back of his hut. We put a heated pad in there. And we took care to place his hut out of the north and west winds. His friends may come visit him all they want now.
If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll heed Rule Number 1 and keep his friends in check, however.