I have been wanting another cat feeding station. The old one in the woods has become dilapidated, almost beyond repair, but more importantly, the wild cats have decided to come inside the fencing and eat at the feeding station on the picnic table.
Several of the cats have taken to living in the woods next to the driveway. Since I’m feeding cats there now anyway, a feeding platform would be handy. I imagined if I had a platform between two of the pines, then the food and cats wouldn’t be as exposed to ants and stray dogs.
I explained my plan to Sugar.
I was driving along one day when I saw a children’s play set, the kind with the ladder to the slide, and the horizontal ladder for children to go across hand over hand.
What about a horizontal ladder structure connecting the two pines?
I explained I need a ladder between the two pines. He thought I meant a ladder from the ground to a tree. It was getting frustrating: me explaining and him not getting it. The word “ladder” was throwing him off.
So I drew my example.
He contrived a ladder from some old 2 x 4s that he split lengthwise.
A Chinese Fringe shrub provided local color.
He added a piece of plywood for the dining surface.
Suddenly it is finished. The Butter demonstrates that form follows function.
The Butter has some neurological problems which cause him to have a head tilt and a stare that is a bit unordinary.
The new station is too high for dogs but not for cats. This does not discount a clever, hungry dog.
Mr. Friendly demonstrates that canned food is welcome here. We will probably add some side rails to keep the dishes from being pushed off. You can see that we have already removed the metal bowl in favor of a dish with a flatter, heavier base.
In other news, I am worried that I might have a marauding owl. Before the station was built, one morning during the dawn hours, I found Wendy deceased on the driveway. I had arrived home the night before that in the dark, and I fed her by the gate as usual. When I found her body the next morning, some bird high in the trees was screaming at me. Apparently I disturbed his actions. He was very angry at me, and I messaged my cousin the birder scientist. It’s possible that it was a hawk, and I learned the word “crepuscular”.
Sugar buried her for me where she lived in the woods by the driveway.
Cats like vertical spaces, and I’m hoping the new space station will give them safer options.