We have two cats. What should I do?
We recently moved from the country to the city. Greyson, sensibly enough, has selected a chair that nobody else sits in. But Blackie insists that he must have my chair, in my office, where I do almost all of my blogging, research, writing and so-on.
This morning we went to Winco and purchased the biggest, best, cat climbing apparatus available. It has ladders, scratching posts, hiding places/boxes, and reaches almost to the ceiling. The cats were interested in that cat toy for all of about five minutes. It fills the corner next to the fireplace (that we don't use), and Blackie fills my chair in my office!
I am sure someone will say, "Close the door to the office," but that won't work, because the cat's dishes and their cage (useful at times) are kept in the office. We don't want to be tripping over those in the kitchen or somewhere else, so the office is the best spot for them.
To use my chair, and hence my computer, I have to move one very reluctant cat, who then sulks off to exile in the "cage," while the cat gymnasium sits vacant.
When it comes to going outside, however, the opposite problem occurs. The cats are ever ready to go. Problem is, we live in the city now. Cats might get lost, run over by cars or whatever, so we are keeping them inside the house, which they seem to hate. When they are not sleeping or eating, they sit on the window sill, staring outdoors. They are so bored that this morning they were taking turns playing with a spider. They were reluctant to kill it, I suppose because killing it would end the fun of playing with a live victim.
The spider incident was after I forgot and left the door open for a few seconds, and when I turned around, there they both were, outdoors. I spent several minutes rounding up cats and getting them back inside. I consider myself lucky that I was able to catch them, as they were slinking all over the place to try to stay away from me.
Right, now they are sleeping, and I suppose that is good, until tonight that is. At night they seem to come alive. While I am trying to go to sleep, I hear them running all over the house. They take flying leaps and bounce off the walls, dive bombing each other and playing "war," We have these nightly attacks and air raids until Blackie and Greyson wear themselves out.
Cat owners, tell me, is this behavior "normal" for cats? How do you keep cats inside the city limits?