Fluffy the cat from next door was no ordinary feline. She was the Queen of the neighbourhood. At least, that’s what she believed.
She strutted around like she owned the place, glaring at the dogs, terrorizing the birds, and—her favourite pastime—taunting Mitsy.
Every morning, Mitsy would trot happily to the screen door, ready to greet the day. And every morning, there she was. Fluffy. Sitting on the porch. Staring. Smug.
Mitsy would lose her mind. She’d jump, bark, and scratch at the flyscreen, demanding Fluffy leave immediately. But Fluffy? Oh no. She wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, she’d casually flick her tail and stretch, making it very clear that she was exactly where she intended to be.
And when Mitsy wasn’t looking? One swift paw to the flyscreen—just for fun. Tiny claws poking little holes, widening the already shredded mess Mitsy had started. The flyscreen never stood a chance.
Mitsy’s Mum had had enough.
“The bugs are bad enough, but now that cat is making it worse!” she grumbled, waving a flyswatter like a weapon.
Meanwhile, next door, Fluffy’s Dad was also not impressed.
“Fluffy! You’re not supposed to be out there, terrorizing the dog!” he called. But Fluffy ignored him, as cats do.
He sighed. He was a proud DIY expert, and there was no way he was going to let his beloved cat become a neighbourhood menace. It was time for a solution.
That night, he scrolled through his favourite DIY groups on Facebook, and then—bingo! A post from Restock Direct: “Build your own CATIO with our scratch-resistant Pet Mesh! Safe, secure, and DIY-friendly!”
His eyes lit up. “Fluffy, I have an idea.”
Fluffy blinked at him, unimpressed.
The Great Catio Project began.
With a few panels, some sturdy frames, and a roll of Pet Mesh, Fluffy’s Dad got to work. He built an impressive cat enclosure—complete with climbing shelves, a comfy sunbathing spot, and even a tunnel leading from the window.
Finally, the moment of truth. He placed Fluffy inside.
Fluffy tested the mesh with a paw. No snags. No holes. No escape.
She flicked her tail in mild annoyance but quickly realized… this was actually kind of nice. The sun was warm, she had a perfect perch to judge the neighbourhood, and most importantly—Mitsy was losing her mind on the other side of the fence.
Mitsy barked in frustration, but Fluffy was contained! No more surprise visits. No more torn screens. No more chaos.
Mum sighed in relief. “Finally. The cat is contained.”
Fluffy’s Dad smiled proudly. “Thanks to Restock Direct.”
And from that day on, the neighbourhood was almost peaceful.
Mitsy still barked. Fluffy still judged. But at least the flyscreens survived.