I felt so sorry for Pepper this week. He’s 11-1/2 now. Thankfully he’s in good health (knock on
wood) and still full of impish behavior-but like all cats, he’s never really
cared for loud noises.
This week we’ve had a LOT of loud noise.
Even though we’ve had record breaking temperatures that
we’re all thrilled to feel-we all not too happy about the gales pealing through
our rather rural community. With the
wind we not only get pushed around while walking, we also get a lot more dust
Now that we have security doors I’m able to enjoy letting
fresh air into the house. While Pepper
loves to sit on the mat by the screen and sun himself and feel the air-he’s not
crazy about hearing the accompanying whistles that come with it.
Speaking of those security doors-after 4 long months and
lots of rather curt talks with the store manager we finally have the
replacement for the one that’s been hanging there in a very warped
condition. The installer came with it
and a much better attitude than the first guy.
It was my fault on part of the noise. I remembered to turn off the motion sensors
on one side but blew it on the other. Of
course the “other” was where the new door was going in. First Pepper saw this unknown man. He ran to one of his hiding spots.
Then the installer made noise with his drill. That drill set off the motion detector-it was
screaming throughout the entire house until I could get a step stool and turn
Pepper glared at me from a hole in his condo. “Mom, first the whistling, then the drill and
now that screeching! I’m not happy.”
About two hours later, as the installer was finishing up, he
accidently moved one of the outdoor dining chairs into the glass door. It had a sensor on it. Ack!
Off went the screeching again. This time I had to open the blinds, find a
way to reach it from the couch and get it turned off (and back on as well).
Lucky didn’t exactly love all the noise but she’s a dog and
quite social. So as long as I was within
“reach” she was fine with the stranger (she smelled him and gave the okay), she
was fine with the drill and even the screeching. She wasn’t happy about having to stay inside
during her usual morning sunbathing hour or getting pushed around the yard when
she wanted to use the facilities but managed through the noisy event.
Thankfully the doors are okay and Pepper seemed to forgive
me by dinner time. But we’ll have to
start realizing that he’s getting to the point where he just wants to spend his
days playing and bathing his dog, chasing after his mini-tennis balls and
playing fetch and sleeping.
And that’s okay-now we know he’ll be safe doing so.