Tonight I'm getting together with a group of pals that I just adore. We're not all the same age so that makes it even more fun--you always hear something hilarious. We usually meet at one gals house, who has a rescued feral black cat named Mr. Binx. He has since morphed into Bixnman, The Binxter, ...you get it. Although not friendly to visitors, he loves his "parents". Here's the problem: it was recently discovered that Binxman has a substance abuse problem. Yep....for real.
My friend noticed he kept hanging around the back door to their garage and if opened, he would fly out there and stay. If, God forbid, the door was closed, he would wail and yowl for them to open it. Or, they'd keep it closed and then need to go out there, and out he'd squirt. Hmmmmm. And since she and her husband both work from home, this was becoming a b-i-g problem. A wailing cat in the background of a conference call....not so good.
It turns out, Binxman is a huffer. He loves to sit beside their gasoline can by their mower and get high. Once stoned, he is really friendly and laid back. Cut to the solution. Whadya gonna do?? Cat rehab....uh, no. Get a yard man and ditch the mower/gasoline?? Seems a little extreme but a possibility. And my personal favorite...open the front door for a few minutes and see what happens.... Hey, he's a street cat--he can handle it--Tough Love, cat style.
I'm not thinking my solution will fly. He is their baby and enabling has taken place so I'll ask tonight what they've come up with and how Binxman's detox is going. "You can take the cat out of the street....but you can't take the street out of the cat". Who knew.....?
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