However, along with the skinny mini came a sleeker, more athletic body...ergonomically designed to soar over doorway barriers. Oh yes, she developed quite a talent for jumping (or climbing I'm not sure) the baby gate in order to gorge on cat food and litter box bon bons. [Gag]
So I had to go to the proverbial Plan B.
Now I have 41 inches of vertical steel bars including a human gate with a safety latch that requires an opposable thumb and a cat gate at the bottom perfect for tauting the poor canine soul on the other side.
Here's a photo of the bad-ass gate.


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