How to live with cats: Garden windows

I have a garden window in my kitchen that I like very much. My plants that live in the garden window like it very much also. My cats also like it because they love to destroy my plants and can access the plants that live in the garden window. In general, the cats will not go after the plants when I am around, and in fact, normally they wait until it is nighttime, and I am asleep before really going after them. I want to keep at least some of the plants in the garden window, so I decided to make a window covering whose main purpose is simply to keep the cats out of the window at night or when I am away.

Garden window in my kitchen with my plants

I started with plain, white, cheap muslin. I didn’t want to spend a lot of money. Also, I wanted a light, thin fabric that would let the light in through through the window. I am not concerned about privacy in my kitchen. I found some pretty blue fabric on sale as a remnant at the fabric store, so I decided to make the shade a tiny bit fancy. I sewed wide stripe of the blue fabric to the bottom of the muslin. The width and length was measured for the final product to just fit inside the window. Disclaimer: I am a terrible, unskilled seamstress.

Fabric cut and blue stripe sewed to bottom of white muslin

I then sewed wide hems on the edges. The top hem was large enough to insert the curtain rod. The side and bottom hems were large enough to form pockets into which a wooden dowel could be inserted. The bottom dowel would run the width of the shade. Both sides would have 15 inch long dowels at the bottom. The point of the dowels is so that the cats could not just walk past the shade like a hanging curtain. Something stiff was needed, so they could not push it aside. The dowels will ensure the shade hangs straight and stiff and stays just inside the window, so the cats cannot get in between the shade and window frame.

Side hem sewed with wide pocket for dowel

All hems sewed with wide pockets on side and bottom for dowels

Up close view hems and pockets for dowels

Inserting dowel into bottom pocket

I then sewed loops of yarn on both sides of the shade, so that the shade could be held into place in the window with cup hooks. I had to adjust the size of the loops a few times, so that they were not too big and thus easily come off the hooks.

Yarn loop sewn onto bottom

The hung shade with dowels lowered and loops attached to hooks just inside the window frame as designed.

Shade closed over garden window

After hanging the shade, the cats quickly showed that they could remove the yarn loops from hooks. I tried having the hooks open in, out, and up, including some hooks opening in and some opening out, but the cats still could still remove the loop. Luckily, I found that the hooks are magnetic, and I had a bunch of magnetic disks. I am now able to keep the loops on the hooks with a magnet behind the hook. Thus far, this is defeating the cats.

Cup hooks inserted into window surround to hook loops with magnetic disks to keep loops on hooks

Loop on hook covered with magnetic disk. The large hanging loop attaches to a button to hold shade open.

I sewed a long piece of yarn with a loop at the end halfway up the side. Right above the yarn piece, I sewed a large button. The shade can then be held open in the window by looping the yarn around the shade and putting its loop around the button.

Shade held open with large loop of yard around a button

Close up of yarn looped around button on shade

It took a couple of tweaks with the loops and hooks, but thus far this set up is working. It has worked for about two weeks now, so I am cautiously optimistic this will prevent the cats from killing my plants when the shade is down.

How to Live with Cats: Bathrooms

I have had pets before I adopted my three kittens. I am used to not being allowed to use the toilet by myself. Cats. Dogs. All feel they need to accompany me to the toilet. I have never been clear on why.

However before these three kittens, I accepted that. Before these three kittens, if I need to go to my bathroom for whatever reason, I just went. I very likely would have an entourage, but other than that, I just entered my bathroom to use the toilet, brush my teeth, take a shower, etc. Now entering my bathroom is a production. The cats have been banned from my bathroom. The door is kept shut at all times, and this makes it an entire production when I need to open the door to get in or out.

The cats have been banned from the bathroom mainly because of Orlando. I didn’t like it when they jumped to the bathroom counter, but I did’t get that annoyed. However, soon after Orlando got big enough to jump to the counter, he started turning everything into a toy. I went through three toothbrushes in a week because I kept finding them on the floor or in his mouth. The brush end was in his mouth. I moved the cup that holds the toothbrush to a shelf he couldn’t reach, and then he went after the flossers, which I keep in a cup besides the sink. I found flossers all over the house. Thus, they all lost bathroom entry privileges.

Now the problem is me getting in or out of the bathroom. Obviously because they can’t go in there anymore, it is now the most exciting room in the house. Orlando normally waits by the door, especially in the mornings when I am just getting out of bed or ready for work. I keep my phone in the bathroom at night, so it can recharge. I also use it as my alarm clock, and I need to have my alarm clock in a location that requires me to get out of bed, or I will simply turn it off and go back to sleep. Therefore, every morning, my alarm clock goes off, and Orlando sits and waits by the bathroom floor. It is dark, and I am drowsy and stiff. Inevitably, he will run inside, then I have get a hold of his squirmy self, snooze the alarm, and carry him back to bed. Then the routine is repeated when the alarm goes off again. Sometimes Rosalind joins in the fun, so I have to round up two squirmy cats who generally lie belly up to make picking them up all the more difficult. Oliver is the only somewhat well behaved cat.

Then when I am going into the bathroom to actually do something other than snooze my alarm, after they run in, I have to pick up the cat or cats, put them on the bed or the ground, then run back into the bathroom faster than them. Normally they are faster, so the entire routine starts anew. Generally it is easier for me to put them on the ground, while I am still in the bathroom with the door closed as much as possible, so I can quickly close the door between the cats and I. This still fails at times. Often three attempts are required for me to be in the bathroom by myself.

I have left Orlando in the bathroom after I snooze the alarm. I shut him in and go back to bed for five minutes because I hate mornings. By the time my alarm goes off again, and I enter the bathroom, Orlando is happily playing with a flosser.

All of this, so I can use the toilet or brush my hair. Life is rather complicated with cats.

How to Live with Cats: Doors

If you have cats, do not have any doors (cabinet doors, people doors, etc.) in your home.

If you must have doors, never open or close them.

If you must open or close them, never put yourself on the opposite side of the door from your cats.

If you must put yourself on the opposite side of the door from your cat, do so when your cats are not looking for as short a period of time as possible.

If you have put yourself on the opposite side of the door from your cat for too long a period of time, you will know by small furry paws appearing underneath the door reaching into the side in which you are. There may be meowing.

When it is time to reunite with your cats after the unauthorized extended period, do not attempt to stop the cats from running into the side you are in so said cats can determine what is so interesting on that side or the meaning of the separation.

If you must try to prohibit the cats from entering the other side, open the door the bare minimum while loudly saying “no” and “back”. This will most likely have no effect on the cats, but it will make you feel like you have some authority. You do not have authority.

If you successfully exit the other side with no cats running inside, congratulations, you are better than most of us. However, your cats will be annoyed.

If you are not successful in exiting the other side without admitting cats, you will now enter a comic cat roundup stage of your day. However, your cats will have a fun time.

Meet the Kittens

One month ago today was Gotcha Day for my kittens. Three littermate kittens, two boys and one girl, found not too far from my house. A neighbor posted on our neighborhood email asking if they belonged to anyone. I had been wanting to adopt a couple of kittens, and what’s more, these were brown tabbies, my favorite. It was a sign. The shelter picked the kittens up after the my neighbor’s call. Then as soon as the they became available for adoption, about a week and a half later, I picked them up from the shelter. I adopted all three. My initial intention when wanting to adopt a cat was to get two, so they could be playmates. Since there were three, I couldn’t very well take two and leave the third. That would have been mean, so they all came home.

I have a tradition of naming my pets after Shakespeare characters. I continued that with these three, naming them after characters in “As You Like It”. The girl I named Rosalind. The troublemaker boy is Orlando, and the timid boy is Oliver. They have quickly taken over the house. Oliver is no longer so timid, but Orlando is still a troublemaker. Rosalind has no trouble keeping up with the boys. They tend to sleep piled on top of each other. They move as a pride or a comedy or a chaos, whichever the best term might be for a plural of kittens. They are about four months old now. They think everything is a toy.

The kittens as I found them at the shelter, piled on top of each other in their condo.
The kittens piled on top of each other on my bed.
The kittens (L to R: Oliver, Rosalind, and Oliver) at their first vet visit. The vet tech had mad kitten wrangling skills and lined them up.
Oliver, Orlando, and Rosalind line up on my kitchen counter wanting dinner.
Orlando and Oliver on a a chair.
Rosalind on the dining room table.
The kittens watch the birds and squirrels outside.
The kittens sleep on the couch, once again demonstrating their enjoyment of piling on top of each other.

Ferdinand: In Memoriam

A week ago I put my buddy, my bubba, my very good boy Ferdinand the basset hound to sleep. He had developed a large mast cell tumor several months ago. A surgeon removed it, and he thought he got clean margins. Two months later, I was rubbing Ferdinand’s belly, and I found several more tumors. They were really large considering it had only been two months. Ferdinand was about 14 years old, and I was not going to put him through chemotherapy. [He was a rescue, and I can’t be sure of his age, but I had him for about 11 years.] I decided that putting him through more surgery was just going to prolong his problems, and I made the decision to put him to sleep. I know it was the right decision, but it was still very difficult. He was my buddy, and I didn’t want to lose him, but I had to let him go. So a few photos to remember my buddy and the wonderful times we had together.

This is probably one of my favorite photos of him.
He didn’t like my laptop because he liked to have his head on my lap.
Putting up with me giving him a hat.
Look at those ears fly!
With his sleeping buddy Puck the cat.
My copilot.
Desperately trying to reach the rodent under the HVAC.
Leaping through the snow.
Sleeping with Puck’s foot on his snout.

Ferdinand was the subject of many of my blog posts because well, he was a great subject.

Sleeping while I photograph his face with a new camera lens

In the snow

More snow

And his more natural state of being: sleeping outside

Ferdinand in the Snow

We got about 4 to 5 inches of snow yesterday, so I took Ferdinand out to play in it. The snow went up to his chest. He hates rain but loves snow. I attached a GoPro to his harness just to see what kind of video I could get. Below are photos and video I took of him as well as the video he took.

Ferdinand with a GoPro on his harness

Ferdinand with a GoPro on his harness

Running through the snow

Running through the snow

Running through the snow

Running through the snow

Digging head first into the snow

Digging head first into the snow

Rolling in the snow

Rolling in the snow

Rolling in the snow

Rolling in the snow

Rolling in the snow

Rolling in the snow

Rolling in the snow leads to being covered in snow

Rolling in the snow leads to being covered in snow

The video I took of Ferdinand playing.

The video Ferdinand took with the GoPro on his harness.

Feste and Orsino

I have had Feste and Orsino for over six weeks now. Last week they got neutered and finished the last of the vaccinations (until next year). They have settled in now. Orsino is still a bit skittish, but Feste is trying to be the cat that curiosity kills. Feste will also one day probably kill me by tripping me as he attaches himself to my ankles and just swarms around while I try to walk. Ferdinand really doesn’t care about the cats, but he does seem to get intimated by them sometimes. To celebrate their neutering, here are some photos of them because the internet needs more cat photos.

Feste and Orsino relaxing

Feste and Orsino relaxing

Ferdinand and Feste demonstrate the double decker couch

Ferdinand and Feste demonstrate the double decker couch

Feste's new favorite toy the rubber drain cover from the kitchen sink. He keeps pulling it out every time I put it back in.

Feste’s new favorite toy the rubber drain cover from the kitchen sink. He keeps pulling it out every time I put it back in.

I assume everyone stores their cats in the kitchen pantry next to the soup.

I assume everyone stores their cats in the kitchen pantry next to the soup.

Orsino keeping Feste under the cushion

Orsino keeping Feste under the cushion

Orsino licking Feste

Orsino licking Feste

Feste and Orsino cuddling

Feste and Orsino cuddling

Orsino watching Feste's tail under the coffee table

Orsino watching Feste’s tail under the coffee table

Introducing Feste and Orsino

Last week I adopted two kittens from a woman who rescues cats from the streets. Both these cats came from the same area, an area where people seem to dump cats. They are both fairly young and thus able to be domesticated. Feste, the gray one is rather adventurous, always trying to get into everything and explore everywhere. He is very friendly and will no doubt trip me one of these days by his constant circling of my feet. Orsino,the brown one is much shyer. He is slowly letting me approach him but is still rather skittish. As to the names I gave them, I name all my pets after Shakespeare characters. Feste and Orsino are from Twelfth Night. Feste the character is a clown or fool, and Feste the cat is a total clown. Orsino the character is a duke, and it just seemed appropriate to name Orsino the cat that.

Feste

Feste

Feste

Feste

Orsino

Orsino

Orsino

Orsino

Orsino and Feste

Orsino and Feste

Sleeping Ferdinand

I finally got a video of Ferdinand sleeping where he is making some of his weird noises. I am still trying to get one of him when he is doing his muffled barking. He isn’t snoring in this one, just weird air blowing or something. I wonder if he is dreaming, and if so, what about.

Ferdinand’s Face

I just bought a macro lens for my camera. [For photography geeks, I have a Canon 6D, and my new macro lens is their EF 100mm 1:28L IS.] I have been wanting one for a while, and my upcoming trip to Iceland seemed the perfect reason to buy one. Once the lens arrived, I decided to test it out on my favorite subject, Ferdinand the basset hound. Thus, here is a Ferdinand’s face, a photographic study.

Ferdinand's face

Ferdinand’s face

Ferdinand looking up

Ferdinand looking up

Ferdinand's eye

Ferdinand’s eye

Ferdinand's nose

Ferdinand’s nose

Ferdinand asleep

Ferdinand asleep

Ferdinand in profile

Ferdinand in profile

Ferdinand licking his paw

Ferdinand licking his paw

Ferdinand's paws (not technically his face)

Ferdinand’s paws (not technically his face)

Ferdinand's snout

Ferdinand’s snout