It has been a Bob Dylan kind of week.
First the assembly and now the plastic on our windows…
|Ginger would never try to rip the plastic on the windows…|
I did the magic hair dryer trick to the windows last weekend. I love how the insulating plastic shrinks and all the wrinkles just disappear when you put a little heat to them. I wish the same could be done to the wrinkles just above my knees. I’m not too fond of those ones either, but I digress…
Plastic is up, heat is on, bring on the snow. We forgot one not-so-small variable this year: the kittens.
Pete loves to look outside, and apparently wants nothing to impede his view. Including a paper-thin layer of nearly-invisible plastic.
It didn’t take more than two days for him to find a way to rip through the plastic and get to the window beyond. He has also found that he can make the tear worse by batting at the lose ends.
|Pete leaving the scene of the crime|
Dean has a grand idea that we should double the plastic from the half-way point down and then add a thicker piece of plastic on the bottom third to prevent the kitties from getting at the weather barrier. I say great idea – go nuts, but leave me out of it!
I figure, we try one more time (because I do love the way the heat softens out those wrinkles), cross our fingers and hope for the best. Maybe we can train the kittens to only look out into the backyard?
|Blowin’ in the wind|
How many layers does it take to keep a cat from tearing the weatherproofing off of the windows? I don’t really want to know…