karin
Posted : 6/26/2006 11:06:34 AM
I agree. Tell this woman that you do not like the cats coming into your home. Be very firm with her, and tell her that if it happens again, you will simply call AC, and have the cats removed from your property. Maybe you can get some of your neighbors together, and talk to her at the same time, so she realizes that you are not the only one who dislikes this. Stick to your plan, and call AC next time the cats are in your house, or drop them off yourself. When this woman has to pay a fee to get them back, perhaps she will stop letting them roam the neighborhood. For the yard, get a super-soaker. When Ben goes out to potty, bring the super soaker with you, and squirt the cats. They will learn to avoid your yard, and water does not harm them, cats just dislike it.
Our cats are inside only. It drives me crazy when either the neighbor cats, or stary cats wander through our yard. The saints love OUR cats, but the strays drive them crazy as well. Here are just a few things that have happened in the last year with starys in our yard:
1. I have to put excess dogfood in a rubbermaid container at night, otherwise starys eat it. The eating does not bother me, its waking up to cats fighting in our yard at night. Which of course, wakes up the saints. Then they want outside. I do not like 3 AM potty breaks.
2. Some of the male strays have started to mark their territory in our yard. They have marked on the raised food bowls, the shed, lawn chairs. They know the dogs are inside at night, and consider our yard "theirs". I hate them.
3. We had some 40 below zero weather last winter. A stray crawled under our back porch (which is like a small deck) and died. Marley and Shaq spent days sniffing around the porch, until one morning Marley patted her paws under the steps, and pulled out a very large, very dead cat. It was disgusting, and I was running around our yard at 6 AM in my robe, so I could have Marley "trade" the cat for a piece of hamburger.
4. Recently the neighborhood tom, whom Shaq and Marley hate with a burning passion, figured out that the dogs can't get out of the fence. He parades up and down the fence, marking "his" territory. This drives the dogs nuts, and they bark. I of course have to go out, and bring them inside. They need at least a few minutes of peace outside to potty! Saturday night, while bringing the dogs in Marley lunged for the cat (he was right outside of the fence) and I ended up with an broken toe. I WILL be trapping that cat.