and what are some of the nefarious verses of that old song? See previous entry. Yes, it's still raining, and last night I found (sigh) new pawprints. Not too muddy so not too, too visible. Which cat? No idea. If there really is a cat street gang on my street, maybe walking all over my car has become one of the 'hood's initiation practices.
I heard that cats hate the smell of citrus, so I was thinking about spraying the car with citrus room spray, but someone said it might hurt the metallic red paint job. Guess I can check the dealership. I have this picture of my hanging bobbing lemons link fringe all the way around the car. Would that work? It would probably smell pretty good in high summer--wouldn't it?
I don't want to kill the darned cats. Beyond being someone's pets and this being the middle of a city, for me it's just not a killing offense. A sigh over, cuss under my breath over, but not killing or even throwing things at the cats which would probably miss and shatter a window.
I just want the cats to leave me alone. Of course they won't. I learned a long time ago I don't make a trainable pet for cats at all, but most of them find me mildly amusing and worth tolerating. Well, Fluffy, the feeling is mutual. If you will JUST.STAY.OFF.MY.DAMN.CAR.
Any solutions short of moving to a house with a garage or buying a (snarl) canvas car cover will be appreciated.