Truthfully, this should be a quick post. The answer is simply that you can’t. Under normal circumstances anyway. I suppose if you had a bi-level house or apartment and was able to lock them in the basement, muzzle their meows, and superglue mittens to their paws, you might have a chance. Sadly, I don’t have mittens. So, for those of us who are stuck for all eternity with cats, here are at least some ways you can try to minimize the daily trauma to yourself. The cats won’t care either way.
One star drizzled night, while around the campfire with some of my friends, when all of a sudden to our surprise we see a stray dog approach the fence. My first reaction, which I surppressed, was to throw a rock or something blunt at the dog but I didn’t because there were women present.
I have always been around pets. For example, growing up, we had 30 something cats and maybe 8 different dogs from one time to another. I also spent some time on two different hog farms, stinky sticky and down right filthy hog farms at that. So it was a natural thing to get a dog…
It is late enough for me to know that looking at the clock will only make things worse. There is always a point in the night where you realize that the time doesn‚Äôt matter. It‚Äôs nighttime‚Ä¶that is all. I live in a small duplex in what some would call a retirement community.