I thought that most cats would jump at the chance of freedom when presented with a means of escape.
Not Milo, bless him. He simply didn’t cotton on, and I was beginning to think he never would.
I have done all the right things, shown him how it works, and stood there for ten minutes holding it open.
But the penny wasn’t dropping.
He is desperate to go out, but leaving the door open wasn’t really an option, what with the weather we have been getting lately.
If he was a good boy and always used the litter tray, it wouldn’t be a problem. He could take all the time in the world to figure it out. But he has adopted other places to use. Too many other places, so it is getting a bit crucial.
I have been diligent about keeping the litter tray clean, even changing the brand of pellets, but nothing has helped.
He has been outside, which should have encouraged him, but he seems so nervous out there, almost a scaredy cat.
Whereas indoors, he is anything but nervous. If you could see the way he flies around the room at top speed like a ginger ninja, you wouldn’t think he would be scared of anything.
Yesterday, we were in the yard, and the wind blew the door closed. Something must have spooked him, for he made for the door and vanished through the catflap like he had been doing it for years. Yay, progress, I thought.
Not from inside, though. I have even used strong tape to hold the flap open, but he didn’t oblige…
This was one problem I didn’t expect, hopefully not for much longer…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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