A sad day for Suzy....
Mar. 9, 2010 1:37 pm
Updated: Mar. 13, 2010 3:28 pm
If you've read my earlier blog "Halfway there" then you know about my 17-month old black lab's injury to her leg and her prescribed treatment of rest. Anyways, on Sunday my husband went to the local Tractor Supply Co. store to buy himself a toolbox. He came home with not only a toolbox, but also a "cat door" for our basement door.
You see, Suzy has been quite fond of our cat litter box. She can be sound asleep in the livingroom and can hear (or maybe it's smell) when one of our two cats is using the litter box. She'll jump up and run downstairs to clean the box out before I can even yell at her to come back upstairs. It's gross but it's a habit she can't (or won't) break.
Now that Suzy is on prescribed rest she's not supposed to run up and down the steps, which means we can't leave the door open for the cats. So a cat door only seems logical. Jon (that's my husband) installed the cat door and re-hung the basement door. What a great idea!! Why didn't we think of this 17-months earlier??!!
The cats are terrified of the thing and won't go near it. So, we spend most of Sunday afternoon pushing the cats through the door to get them used to it. By bedtime they are going through it on their own. Now Suzy sits by the door waiting for someone to open it,hoping she can run down the steps to check the litter box out. I sort of feel bad for her - but not that bad.....