|We've set up a box for Patty to sit in|
on the front porch. He often waits for me
to appear every morning with breakfast.
|This view is from inside the house.|
You can see the tip of his ear!
|There is some more ear...|
|When I open the front door, he jumps|
out of the box, and dances around.
|"Hey, what's inside there?" as Patty|
looks through the cat flap.
|And I always respond, "Come on in, Patty!"|
I hold the door open...and he runs off down the
steps and towards the driveway.
And yes...we have two front doors! The original bit of our house was built in Victorian times, then there were at least two additions, probably in the 1920's and 1940's. At some point, the house was divided for an apartment on the second floor, and the large front porch was enclosed as a permanent room. It's this once-porch that can be locked off from the rest of the house downstairs, and we use that door as our 'front door'. The original front door (which Patty's box sits in front of), is now used as a window. The old apartment kitchen upstairs is what we've made into a separate cat room, should I ever encourage Patty and Sweetie to venture up to stay.
I realize that Patty and/or Sweetie have to come in on their own four paws and not be carried in. Both sets of cats know each other, see each other, and smell each other on me. However, I am guessing that Patty will only play peek-a-boo because he is aware that Chuck and Angel have the territory inside, while his is all of the outside. Someday, we will make him understand that the upstairs Cat Room is for 'O' Cats only!