EnCATer: A Feline Encounter

Somehow, this ended without blood shed.

But that would not be the case without the metal fence.

Since we live in New York City, many of my friends are cat owners and not dog Owners. On days that it is -10 outside and I’m trying not to slip on ice so someone can take a pee break, I envy them. Every other day I enjoy the smug (bitchy) superiority of having a way cooler pet.

But sometimes I want to go their houses with my pet, or consider pet sitting for them, and so far it’s entirely out of the question. Raleigh tends to treat cats like bonus-sized squirrels: if they are twice as fat they must be twice as fun to hunt. I’d like to socialize her out of this, but according to the dog trainer that is no quick fix. I seem to have missed a window during puppy hood that would have made this a lot easier. Also, I’m just not sure I can convince a friend, no matter how scrappy the cat, that his or her beloved pet has a 100% chance of survival in this experiment.

So until someone ships me an extra cat (no questions asked!) it’s just ill-conceived street cat encounters.

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