Mitsy was a fluffy bundle of joy… most of the time. But she had one little habit that drove Mum absolutely bonkers—scratching at the screen doors.
It wasn’t like she meant to be a troublemaker. She just wanted to see what was happening outside! What if there was a squirrel? Or a rogue leaf dancing in the wind? Or—heaven forbid—the neighbour’s cat strutting across her yard like it owned the place?! Mitsy had to investigate!
But every time she jumped up on the door, her little paws snagged the flyscreen mesh, leaving behind a trail of destruction. Eventually, the mesh looked more like Swiss cheese than an actual barrier, and the bugs wasted no time taking full advantage.
One evening, Mum sat at the dinner table, wildly swatting at mosquitoes with a tea towel. “This is ridiculous! Mitsy, look what you’ve done!” she huffed as she tried (and failed) to catch a particularly smug-looking fly.
Mitsy wagged her tail. She didn’t see the problem. The bugs were just tiny flying snacks, right?
“Mitsy! Stop ruining the screen!” Mum groaned, looking at the tattered flyscreen that now had more holes than actual mesh. And, of course, those holes let in bugs. Lots and lots of bugs.
But could Mitsy help it? No! Because Fluffy from next door was the real problem.
Fluffy, the smug, fluffy menace, would sit right outside the door, just staring. Taunting. Flicking her tail. Acting like she owned the entire world.
Mitsy had no choice but to react. Barking! Scratching! Demanding justice! The flyscreen didn’t stand a chance.
One evening, just as Mum was swatting at yet another mosquito invasion, she peeked outside and saw something strange—Fluffy was inside a giant cage!
“Finally!” Mum sighed. “That cat needed to be contained.”
Fluffy’s Dad had built a Catio! (Read about that here! )
With Fluffy safely enclosed, Mitsy’s need for screen-based attacks lessened… slightly. But the damage was done—the doors were a shredded mess.
Mum sighed. “We need a solution.”
Mum gasped. “This is it!” she declared.
“What’s it?” Dad asked, cautiously looking up.
“The solution to our problem! Look!” She shoved her phone in his face. “Pet Mesh! It’s made for pets like Mitsy who think screens are their personal scratching posts!”
Dad, knowing better than to argue, simply nodded. “Alright, I’ll order some.”
A few days later, the Pet Mesh arrived. Dad got to work, and before long, the screen doors were good as new. “That was easy,” he said, brushing off his hands.
Mum inspected the work, then gave Mitsy a warning look. “Go on then,” she said. “Try it.”
Mitsy tilted her head. Was this a trap?
Cautiously, she trotted over to the door. She gave a little jump, paws landing right on the fresh mesh… and nothing happened. No snags. No rips. No gaping holes inviting a swarm of uninvited winged guests.
Mum folded her arms and smirked. “Well, well, well. Looks like your reign of destruction is over.”
Mitsy huffed and turned around and climbed back onto her favourite chair.. The world outside was still so tempting, but at least now she could scratch all she wanted without getting into trouble. And most importantly—Mum was happy.
Dad leaned back in his chair. “See? Easy fix.”
Mum smiled. “Yep. Thanks to Restock Direct.”
Meanwhile, Mitsy sighed dramatically. Her scratching may have been defeated… but the neighbour’s cat still needed to be taught a lesson.