Y'all know our cat, Lou the Loud, right? Here. Here's a picture to remind you. He's a pest, but he's pretty.
This is the cat who's been training us since we moved to Tulsa nearly two years ago. He trained me to let him in at three AM (I trained him to fear large amounts of water at three AM and now he waits patiently till the lights come on). He trained Little Guy to scoop his litter box, or he'd find something in Little Guy's room to use as a box. He also does this when he gets shut in LG's room. The Hunny installed a cat door in Little Guy's bedroom door last weekend. I know, I know. *sigh* We're his humans. But there's a line somewhere, right?
About a month ago Lou showed up at the front door with a friend, a fluffy gray cat. Gray Cat tried to follow Lou in, but muh Babies greeted him with a growl and all was well. Half an hour later (this is at about ten o'clock at night), I hear a very loud meowing at the front door. Puzzled, because I didn't let Lou out, I go to the door. There, again, is Gray Cat, meowing loudly to be let in to play. Again, Flash and Patches denied him entry. I haven't seen him since.
Fast forward to this morning. Lou is meowing loudly at the back door, asking to come in for the day so he can lounge around the house in places I'd like to set my feet as I walk. So he can wind in and out of my legs as I'm carrying loads of laundry through the house. I look through the door glass to see Lou and a black kitty sitting on the steps. What?! This cat's more popular than I am! The dogs, God bless them (He does, bloggy friends), did their part. They know their job, those two do.
What happened ten minutes later? Black Kitty came back to play! This time the Babies saw him through the door and set up to barking. Good dogs!
So I ask you, how is it fair that my cat knows more neighbors than I do? And what would you do?
Until I write again ...