Photo by Marius Largu
It seems every week Tabby develops a new disturbing behavior. If she’s not waking me up whacking the blinds at night, she’s waking me up whacking her Wiffie all over the place.
In the last week she’s developed yet another obsessive quirk: desperately wanting to get into the garage. (Thankfully this one doesn’t involve waking me up at night. Heaven knows one of us Pets Bloggers has enough trouble with that sort of thing –i.e. Aimee’s Lally wake up calls.)
In our other house Mr. Meow used to love when I’d prop the door open and let him hang out in the garage. Occasionally he likes to investigate the garage in this house, but he usually comes back in pretty fast. (Lizards lived in our other garage so he had something to hunt out there. Here it’s pretty boring.)
The only other time Tabby took such an interest in the garage was back when she started acting nuts and we suspected she was pregnant. (Which she was and part of her wanting out there was to look for a place to have her babies.) But I know she’s not pregnant now, so what’s up with the garage?
Honestly, I was glad she never had much of an interest in the garage because ever since she got mastitis after her spay surgery I’ve been leery about her going out there. (I’d forgotten I’d left the garage door open for Mr. Meow the day I brought her home. She went out there when I wasn’t paying attention and next thing I knew became one sick cat. Probably from too much activity but I always associate it with the garage so…)
Anyway, this week I can’t go into the laundry room without her charging in there, pacing in front of the door, and meowing like mad to be let into the garage. So I’ve been obliging her. She dashes down the steps and immediately heads for either corner of the garage doors. Often Mr. Meow isn’t too far behind.
Here I’ve been thinking she’s figured out that if she can just get those doors open she can break free to the outside world, but that’s not it at all.
Yesterday the two of them were out there much longer than normal, so I went to go make sure they weren’t in any trouble. That’s when I caught them both intently staring at something in the corner.
Suddenly Mr. Meow lunged, Tabby tensed, and a lizard went scampering up the wall. Next thing I knew she was scrambling over the paint cans trying to follow it.
There are lizards here in Nashville, but I don’t see them near as frequently as I did when we lived in Jacksonville. However, I should have known if there were lizards to be found, the cats would find them.
Which they did, and which finally explains the mystery of the garage.