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I got home this evening and started to open the front door, expecting to be either mobbed or ignored. Instead, Missy appeared from behind me, with her behaviour suggesting, "Oh good, you can open the door for me. I can't be arsed to walk round the back to my cat flap".

My old cat Rowntree would quite happily go out of the catflap in the back door but refuse to come in through it, much preferring to come round to the front and scream at the front door until we let her in.
 
After sitting on cold kitchen floor for hours I moved into next room and sat on that floor. Puss came in and started playing with the dogs toys so I jumped up and shut the back door (it was a sprint won by me by a nose)
He/she can't really miaow but there was squeaks of 'you bastard let me out' for ten mins. Currently hiding under a motorbike restoration project with big eyes on.
Caroline is doing a great job of twatting my garden, and fence is about down, so I'm very happy I got puss in tonight. Next herculean task will be puss meets curious dog who I can hear sniffing at the door!
 
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I'd try and put off the dog meeting for as long as possible. It's been one hell of a journey getting this far, you want to make sure puss is as calm as possible before adding more insult to injury!
Just on ordering a tall scratch post/bed thing. I'm lucky to have two living rooms and puss is in the big one with lots of hiding places. I honestly gave up hope of ever rescuing puss. I just hope he/she settles in, my worry is it's been feral for too long. Well the first 5 ish months of its life. It's beautiful, and I actually got the head rub on my leg before I managed to shut the door.
Dog meeting will be a while yet.
 
Our new little kitten (well, he's 9 months old now) went out in the garden earlier but since then no sign of him. He usually comes back in when I call him but not tonight. It might be the wind that's freaking him out but it's not like him to stay out this late and I'm loathe to just let him stay out overnight.

Any tips for getting the little git back in?
 
Our new little kitten (well, he's 9 months old now) went out in the garden earlier but since then no sign of him. He usually comes back in when I call him but not tonight. It might be the wind that's freaking him out but it's not like him to stay out this late and I'm loathe to just let him stay out overnight.

Any tips for getting the little git back in?

Food?
 
Our new little kitten (well, he's 9 months old now) went out in the garden earlier but since then no sign of him. He usually comes back in when I call him but not tonight. It might be the wind that's freaking him out but it's not like him to stay out this late and I'm loathe to just let him stay out overnight.

Any tips for getting the little git back in?

He will come back when he's hungry.
Tip....let him out in the garden before you feed him...he wont stray too far when he's peckish.
 
I'm sure every one of us experiences this when changing bed sheets:

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Yeah, showed up for breakfast this morning. The Mrs is now in a flap about letting him out at any time but I thought he seemed fine. Really need to get a cat flap but our back door is a double glazed french door and it will cost about £400 to get it put in.
Might be cheaper to go through a wall - that's what we did.
 
He’s finally starting to come round. He refused to even look at me til lunchtime.

Then a did something radical. I picked him up from behind when he wasn’t looking. Very rude behaviour but necessary, I felt. He was giving me the cold shoulder but I cuddled and petted and stroked him and coo-coo’ed him for a good few minutes before letting him go. He started to skedaddle but then had a second thought and settled diown with me with his face rested in the palm of my hand. So he still trusts me, but he’s royally pissed off at me.

I’m sure we’ll have made it up by bedtime :)


Well he was still giving me the cold shoulder at bedtime but then at about 4:00 this morning he came barrelling onto my bed, shouting and purring and shoving his head at me, rubbing his chin on me. It was like he’d suddenly remembered that he loves me, or his bad mood had finally worked itself through. So then he settled down hugging my forearm and resting his head in my hand, purring like a motorcycle til we both fell back to sleep.

He’s just just come to ask for second supper, and no doubt he’ll be demanding that I join him for bed very soon.
 

I wish ours were as civilised as that. Even the kittens appear to have manners.

Tonight, I was on feeding duty. Paddy decided Zoe's bowl looked more interesting (even though it was the same food) and pushed her out of the way.

When I had returned them to their rightful bowls, Zoe started eating with her paws. :facepalm:
 
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