The main reason we made this decision is that these fat cats and I mean REALLY FAT cats are dying on our couch. Chase runs around the house to burn off energy and frustration. He slides across the wood floor, he's quite the adventurer. Don't get me wrong, he's got a large hanging fat sack. Yert hasn't run in many years. When the dryer repair man arrives, he speed waddles straight to his bottom kitchen cabinet hiding spot. He's my linebacker only not athletic. It's bizarre! So, they need exercise, it's settled!
Here's how it went (sorry for the blur):
Started out strong, Chase was happy as a clam! Yert was really slow to come out.
Yert's OUT! This is literally 3' out the back door, he came this far several days in a row. No further.
The guys are chillaxin' on a hot summer evening. It's so cute it makes me smile!
Yert has been exploring underneath the bushes for quite some time now and even venturing all the nooks and crannies. The last time Bella (my grand baby dog) was over she lost a ball. Yert found it and he's had hours of fun with it!
Now that fall has arrived in true Seattle style, Yert is not going out as much. He first experienced the rain a few days ago and he does not like it. I can tell Chase doesn't love it but he's willing to put up with it.
At first, the cats stayed inside our fence. It was so great, I didn't have to worry about cars or where they were. There are apparently several places where Chase can slide under the fence so those days are over. Yert's too large to get through so he hasn't seen the front yard yet. One morning Mark yelled "LAURA" from upstairs as he was watching Chase in the middle of the street having a good old fashioned face off with the neighbor cat. His tail was about 6 inches in diameter but he came home unscathed. The cars really scare me but what can you do? It's die in here on the couch or die out there...
I know alot of experts would tell me I'm crazy for doing this but I don't care. When Yert first went outside I noticed that he has huge sacks of fluid around all 4 leg joints. These were 4 inches across and 2 inches thick. His waddle looked painful. Well, I'm happy to report the swelling has gone down and he's walking better then I've ever seen him. Also, when I open the door and call them in he has a cute new little trot. It looks good on him. I don't know how it all turns out or what will happen but I will never regret this decision. Sometimes you have to do something that doesn't feel right to do the right thing.
My final thought... I think it's really funny that they didn't know they could do their "business" outside. It was summer so we left the door open and watched as they went in the house, visited the litter box and returned outside. One night Chase refused to come in so we left him out there. He was crying at the door in the morning and ran full speed to the litter box when I opened the door. Now you know how he got his nick name 'Shit for Brains'. I have since seen Yert go outside but I'm not sure if Chase has figured it out.
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