Elsie has discovered how to nose the bedroom door open in the middle of the night. I leave it open a touch so that Fergus and George can come and go as they please. On Thursday night she nicked through to the kitchen and ate all the cats’ food. When I realised what was going on I dashed through; obviously she saw my approach as
a challenge to polish off the rest of the biccies super fast while watching me out of the corner of her eye before I could escort her from the premises.
The next night I was surely more wiley than an 11 month old puppy. I pushed the door of the living room closed so that, in the event that her great escape wasn’t a one-off, her route to the kitchen would be seriously impeded – the living room door doesn’t pull open as easily as that of the bedroom. Alas, not one to be thrown by such a disappointment and ever-resourceful, she found her snacks elsewere – the litter tray in the loo. Ewwwwwwww! If she was really smart she’d cover her tracks a bit better and not leave littery nose marks all over the place.
Needless to say, after a couple of disturbed nights, come Saturday night I was tired. Before bed I (a) pushed the living room door so that it was only open a crack, and (b) pulled the loo door closed so that there was enough space for a cat to go through, placing a heavy object behind it so that I would hear it scraping across the floor should Elsie try to implement her cunning plan a second time. Given that I was so tired and therefore lacking a sense of humour, when neither Elsie nor Flo would settle on their beds I turfed them outside to bring in again later once they had had time ‘to think about their actions’. At 5.50am I was awoken by a loud gnawing. Throwing the light on at the same time as leaping out of bed I was horrified to see the bedroom door open AGAIN. Once more I dashed through to the living room, this time following the sound of gnawing, my imagination turning somersaults as to what it may be that was being ‘Elsied’. The house was in darkness and I didn’t want to wake Flo or the kitties, so I’m whispering ‘Elsie, Elsie, ELSIE!’. It was then that my consciousness clicked in and I realised that I had, in fact, put them outside and then fallen asleep several hours before. They were still outside. Princess Flo and Princess Elsie had spent their first night on the deck. All by themselves. Unloved. Abandoned. Neglected. Elsie had obviously woken up, trotted downstairs and found a tasty old bone which she’d brought upstairs at ridiculous o’clock to chew on. Sounds perfectly reasonable. So, even though I’d turfed them outside, she still managed to disturb my sleep.
Driven by guilt I did bring the dynamic duo in, but Elsie only settled for 10 minutes – when I switched the light on she was sitting on Flo’s head – and Flo only settled for 30 mins, so we had an extra early start to our Sunday after all. Flo and Elsie reckon it serves me right.
They stayed on their beds last night. It’s amazing what you can do with duct tape.