We have a situation in our house due to “special needs” animals. We have to put a baby gate in our bedroom doorway to keep the dogs out. Doing this helps with potty training our foster dogs.
Unfortunately this keeps out our cat Tully. Cats are built to jump, but somehow he never got the memo because he doesn’t like to jump. Tonight my husband decided to help our boy out by making a ramp that goes over the baby gate. Tully is now able to walk up the ramp and go spend countless hours on our bed sleeping. Hopefully our senior girl Borgia will take advantage of the ramp as she will likely develop arthritis.
From the husband: while I shake my head at a cat who doesn’t like to jump (he jumps on the bed to sleep all day, so what’s up Tully?), I built the ramps because the animals are our family. This task made me think of my boy Rusty, who loved sleeping in my spot on the bed but needed help getting on the bed in the last year of his life. I built him a table that was at the foot of our bed so he could use it as a step. He took to it immediately, and it warmed my heart to see him sleeping in my bed spot as he had done for years. It was his safe place, and the last place he laid. I miss you Rusty; please tell Tully he can jump.