The wind beneath my whiskers

My poor cats. They will never get to go outside because I am riddled with paranoia and would worry about all the harm they would come to (or havoc they would wreak), so they must suffer because of my craziness. I can’t even leave the windows open for them to see the outside because I’m pretty sure that Ralph could just push the screen out with one paw. (Hulk smash.)

I’ve seen window ‘veranda’ things for cats before, so once again I thought, “How hard could it be?” Fortunately, I was putting stuff away today and came across this wire basket, which made the whole process much easier than actually building something.

Problem? Too big for the window.

Solution? Bend the wires. Bend the wires in lots of places. Curse under your breath because holy cow – haven’t I bent a bazillion wires and this thing still won’t fit through the *%$# window??

One bazillion wire bends, three binder clips and two blisters later, Emme was able to look up and see the sky.

Huh. Windier than she thought.

This’ll do for now. Until the bugs start coming in, then it is back to pretending windows are televisions that are always playing the same nature show.