Sansa was back to her usual bullshit again. Last night she stayed out until four am. It’s been very nice this week and the day before she spent all the daylight hours outside. Yesterday, after resting for about sixteen hours, she felt obligated to stay out late to compensate. Too late by even our lenient standards.
Today the high was almost eighty and the cats were wandering in and out. Sansa slept inside until early afternoon, secure in the knowledge that she’d be able to pull the same crap tonight. My goal, as always, is to be smarter than the cat. So when she went out this afternoon I tried to keep an eye on her. When she made the mistake of wandering inside for a fuel stop around eight tonight I took advantage of it. I hustled all the other cats in, made sure the dogs were peed, and locked the doors. The dogs will get one more shot to relieve their bladders but the cats are done for tonight. I suspect that if they knew it was Sansa’s fault they’d turn on her but they’re cats and they won’t. It’s almost ten thirty pm now and they’re all winding down. Except of course for Sansa whose running up and down the halls, complaining.
You made your bed cat. Enjoy an evening in it and I’ll let you back out tomorrow morning.