Cat Park

The other day I was driving by a dog park and wondered, why are there no cat parks.  After I stopped laughing I decided to analyse, why?

First you have to transport your pet to the park.  Now every dog I ever owned loved the car.  They would get positively giddy over the ride.  I have never had a cat that enjoyed the car.  They either go into a kind of shock and don't move or utter a sound or they make weird noises you've never heard before.

Let's say you get to the cat park.  No self respecting cat will walk on a lease.  Have you ever seen a cat on a leash they resemble John Travolta dancing Staying Alive only not as graceful.

Now, you have your cat in the park.  Do they romp? Do they frolic? Do they greet each other as long lost friends.  I don't think so.  I think there would be a mass exodus.  Cats would be racing over the fences, up the trees, under the bushes.  There would be chaos.

So, no cat park.  Except...I think that is what my backyard actually is! Aside from my colony of six ferals I do believe half the cats in the neighborhood visit my yard (park).  It's perfect.  There is food and water.  There are trees to climb and bushes to hide in.  And no one cares to frolic. And they chose it themselves.  Note the photo above.  This is it.  This is cat frolicking in my park. They spent 10 minutes staring at this ball and then went to sleep. 

What is the major attraction of my yard?  Well, aside from the cat friendly landscape, I have dogs on either side.  So all these cats sit and stare at the dogs.  The dogs have fits and the cats don't care they just  say, "Get your own park."

 It's a good life.