We had two showings of our house yesterday.
One of our house showing "issues" is actually two issues - - - our cats, Gomer and Fuzzie.
We, the two humans who live here, have been TRAINED by these cats. We know when to open doors, when to close them, and lots of other fancy tricks to keep life with two cats running smoothly.
No realtor can be expected to keep track of all these nuances.
What to do????
We thought two little cat carriers would be just the ticket! We could "capture" our little divas, place them in the carriers, and then take them away in the car.
True - - - it WAS in the 90's yesterday and HOT, so we didn't think leaving them in a parked car in a sunny parking lot was going to work. We decided we'd get a "take out" lunch, find a shady place to park, and wait with our feline baggage.
Cats have uncanny ways of KNOWING when something strange is about to go down. We decided we would each pick up one cat at the same moment to avoid the "disappearing act" that would happen if ONE was alerted to "danger" when the other was captured.
Fisherhubby picked up Fuzzie. She is definitely HIS cat. She comes out of hiding just to sit on his lap, place her forepaws on his chest, and look lovingly into his eyes.
He scooped her up and she didn't suspect a thing. So far, so good.
It was my job to capture Gomer. (Whose name stands for Get Out of My E. R.)
I don't very often hold either cat, not liking to get cat hair all over everything. So, Gomer didn't expect me to pick him up. Surprisingly, he decided to roll with the punches and didn't give me any problems.
Next we needed to get them into the cat carriers, which were sitting side by side on our washer and dryer.
Someone needs to rename those things. No - - - not the washer and dryer, the cat CARRIERS.
First, Fisherhubby put Fuzzie into a carrier. She wasn't excited about the prospect, and he had to do a little coaxing (intrepreted FORCING) but in she went without making a peep. He latched her little door and turned for Gomer.
When Gomer saw his head being aimed for the little door to his carrier, things started going very awry!!!
He was NOT going in that thing.
His back arched.
His forepaws went spread eagle and he PUSHED back as hard as he could.
His hair stood on end.
He WOULD have scratched if he had any claws.
He growled in the most threatening growl scream you've ever heard a cat utter!!!
Cat hair went flying EVERYWHERE all over our CLEAN washer, dryer, and entire laundry room.
Suddenly, the TOP flew off of Fuzzies carrier and in SHEER panic at hearing her "brother" screaming - - - she leaped out, over the top and ran away.
Obviously our great idea of using cat carriers was about the worst idea we'd had in a century.
We went with Plan B: Recatch those two cats, shut them in the car SANS carriers and hope for the best.
Turns out Plan B should have been Plan A.
It went off without a hitch. Fuzzie settled onto the back seat floor and never made a peep. Gomer preferred to sit in our gran's car seat and stare out the window - - - but he ALSO was peepless.
We went to the drive-up window, where I kept one hand on Gomer to try to discourage the old "cat out the window" routine that we anticipated he would attempt. I felt his little muscles tensing as he toyed with the idea, but all went well.
We collected our food and drove across town to a shady area in the park to enjoy our lunch. I opened the bag to distribute said lunch only to discover they had given us NEITHER of our sides.
How did YOUR day go yesterday????