Thomas has been able to open doors for a while now.
Thomas has never previously opened the front door. So this was new.
I got up to get ready for bed and discovered the front door of the house standing open, and an utter absence of cats. This, naturally, triggered INSTANT HYSTERIA, and lots of frenzied cat-calling, which probably frightened the neighbors.
Lilly came immediately, looking faintly ashamed of herself, and limping slightly. Thomas was in the yard, sniffing things, and came when called. I closed the door and turned to inspect Lilly's paw...during which pause Thomas OPENED THE DOOR again and let himself back outside.
I retrieved Thomas, called my mother, put on trousers, went outside, locked the door, and began searching the neighborhood for Alice. I found her halfway down the block, investigating someone's garden. I got her to come by clanging a can of wet food with a fork. She's mad now because she didn't get treats. I'm mad because, well. ESCAPING ISN'T COOL. Poor Vixy got me calling her in hysterics, wailing about how they got out.
All three cats are fine and uninjured. I cannot sleep. I have notified work that I'm going to be in late tomorrow, because there's no way I'm sleeping in the next hour. And from now on, the front door is locked even when I'm in the house.
Stupid cats.
← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →
June 23 2011, 16:18:09 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 16:33:18 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 16:20:23 UTC 6 years ago
I remember that feeling. Shortly after we rescued your furry godchild Dorothy (in pic), she got loose when I took something out to the car after midnight. She cased the neighborhood, then dodged back to our yard & hid under the car, I took the risk of running inside to wake Steve up so he could help. As I expected, the little stinker was *waiting* when we came out & took off again.
Normally, we'd just have waited there for her, but she'd only been with us 2 weeks & we weren't sure she wouldn't wander off & not come back. So the chase resumed, through the lightless backyards of all our Republican (& likely gun-owning) neighbors. We finally bracketed the SUV she was under & got her.
None of my cats had ever had a collar, tag, or microchip. None of them ever needed them. She got all 3 the next day.
PS: Been meaning to email you -- the other day I found the note I wrote to remind me I promised to email you pics of her, still in my wallet. That probably means I never sent them. True/False? If True, I hang my head in shame & will send them ASAP.
June 23 2011, 16:33:37 UTC 6 years ago
And yes, you sent me pictures. :)
June 23 2011, 16:59:30 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 18:50:45 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 17:19:02 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 18:50:50 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 17:24:22 UTC 6 years ago
I'm glad all your cats are okay. I've had that panic when I thought a cat had gone outside and I can't find her.
June 23 2011, 18:51:09 UTC 6 years ago
6 years ago
6 years ago
June 23 2011, 17:39:18 UTC 6 years ago
My Moosedog also can open doors, but he reserves his power for opening the bathroom door when I'm giving my other dog Lally a bath, letting her loose to run around the house spraying water like a little tan sprinkler.
<3
June 23 2011, 18:51:20 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 17:53:35 UTC 6 years ago
I remain amazed at your preternaturally intelligent Maine Coon cats.
June 23 2011, 18:51:27 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 18:13:50 UTC 6 years ago
Romy, my current Maine Coon, will sit in front of an open door taking it all in but not going out. She does exhibit MC traits with water and supervises me in the shower every morning however.
June 23 2011, 18:51:46 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 19:22:09 UTC 6 years ago
They love you. They do. There's just always a few cases of willful misunderstanding.
Hope you get some good rest. Them too.
June 24 2011, 14:57:04 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 19:29:45 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 14:57:12 UTC 6 years ago
Oh GAH!
June 23 2011, 19:52:24 UTC 6 years ago
Both my cats are indoors only.
I was alerted when
I picked her up and locked her in my office and when I went back for Shiro, he skulked away. Dark gray cat in poorly light parking lot at night is no fun.
His next stop was the industrial trash compactor which he hid under, and then ran from.
I spent the next hour with 2 of our neighbors, and
I went inside, to the closet to get one of his bell toys and found him; he was hunched up in a wide eyed ball on his favorite perch in the closet.
I don't know if I've ever been so upset and happy at the same time in my life. I didn't get any sleep that night.
So I definately understand what you went through; also, Shiro can open doors, but I'm lucky in that the only door he chooses to open is the bathroom door.
FYI: You've got a bazillion replies, don't feel obligated to reply. :) I just wanted to let you that I sympathize.
I'm glad everyone is home and safe.
Re: Oh GAH!
June 23 2011, 22:44:01 UTC 6 years ago
Re: Oh GAH!
6 years ago
Re: Oh GAH!
6 years ago
June 23 2011, 20:52:01 UTC 6 years ago
My front door? Locked, me inside or not. Back door? Locked, me inside or not. Habit habit habit and oh yeah, I've locked everyone out of the house that way by accident more than once.
Added chain locks when kid came home. Shit you not. Escaping is not cool. No treat and no heart attack? I call it a draw.
June 23 2011, 21:12:08 UTC 6 years ago
Glad to hear that they're home safe and sound!
June 24 2011, 14:57:41 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 22:28:02 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 14:58:22 UTC 6 years ago
6 years ago
June 23 2011, 22:37:54 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 14:58:57 UTC 6 years ago
Geh.
June 23 2011, 22:40:57 UTC 6 years ago
Either way, I'm glad you found them all, unharmed.
June 24 2011, 14:59:20 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 23:12:26 UTC 6 years ago
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk7yqlTM
June 24 2011, 14:59:28 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 23:18:22 UTC 6 years ago
You'll be way too tired to reply to this so don't worry, but I so know that awful feeling. I once took the screens out of three windows so I could plant stuff in a window box that ran along them all, and I got distracted before I had rescreened and closed the last window. I jolted awake from a very sound sleep at five a.m. thinking, "WHERE ARE THE CATS?" I tore downstairs, and the morning breeze was wafting the white curtain in and out, in and out, of the open window. I yanked the front door open, setting off the security system, and bolted outside. The cats were sitting on the frong steps in High Dudgeon. Apparently jumping back up onto the window sill was beneath their dignity. They went huffily inside and immediately jumped back up onto the windowsill from that side. Obviously I was just supposed to let them leap out and then let them in again, lather rinse repeat.
But there is nothing like that horrible realization that cats are out. When they do it themselves, I don't even know.
P.
June 24 2011, 15:00:12 UTC 6 years ago
June 23 2011, 23:52:02 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 15:00:21 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 01:14:24 UTC 6 years ago
Where I used to live was rural so Roarke was an indoor/outdoor cat (no worries of coyotes/racoons/being run over/etc) but when I moved to my new apartment, it was in an urban area so I had to make him an indoor only cat. He was very disgruntled at first and kept trying to sneak out the front door. He got loose once and I had to chase him around the apartment complex.
It's been four years and I think he has finally settled into it now though. He will join me when I am sitting on the balcony and watch everything but not try to jump up on the railing and escape.
June 24 2011, 15:00:38 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 02:13:17 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 15:00:50 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 02:36:41 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 15:00:59 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 06:20:26 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 15:01:08 UTC 6 years ago
June 24 2011, 13:40:57 UTC 6 years ago
Thankfully, it was just a second story one, and honestly, I'm not sure if he fell or if he jumped. While that's not great for cats, he was okay.
June 24 2011, 15:01:16 UTC 6 years ago
The nature of the problem
June 25 2011, 11:01:55 UTC 6 years ago
Neither are horses. I once owned a horse that could open doors. Stall doors, pen doors, pasture gates, driveway gates. Chicken coop doors and kennel doors when seeking new playmates.
Horses run much faster and farther than cats. And they jump fences. I would not have been surprised if this particular horse had at least contemplated climbing trees.
I still have nightmares about waving a halter in one hand and a carrot in the other while chasing a red horse through star-lit night across the deep snow drifted cornfields and muddy gravel roads, with the clouds of our breath falling as frozen casts of glitter.
I finally had to invest in a set of long-shanked locks with the same key.
Horses enjoy many ways of exercising their human partners. That particular mare (named Princess Grace because she was pretty as a princess and very graceful at throwing me off) is still exercising my heart rate and adrenal glands, on occasion.
Re: The nature of the problem
June 27 2011, 15:10:01 UTC 6 years ago
Yay, Princess Grace!
← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →