Not the devil...just his most trusted Angel...LoLThank you so much! Also good to know I share a name with seemingly the devil
Poor cat & poor fish, the wall climbing ninja backflip days are over .How big is the bathroom? Is the condensation dripping off the ceiling when you shower for a few minutes? If no, or windows can be cracked/fans turned on to alleviate this, it sounds pretty cozy. You don't want drastic, sudden increases in humidity. On the same hand, you'd want to be mindful of opening windows and dropping the ambient temps too quickly.
As far as the cat goes, you could always buy a really expensive cat bed and put the T on it, since you know the cat won't use it. Then, out the box it came in far away in another room and write, "No cats allowed."
I am guilty of coddling animals before humans too, but I'll leave my pitchforks aside...I know what everyone is trying to say is that you (me too!) have a recipe for disaster with the worlds most supreme vertebrate and Invertebrate in close proximity. It doesn't mean you're going to bake it. But maybe if you get a brown beating in advance youll go the extra mile to prevent it. And you have to assume the risks in advance...it's no risk to you, only a risk to the creatures that don't get to advocate for themselves. There are no take backs, no redos, you'll have 1 to 2 dead/near dead/or wishing they were dead animals.
Ill tell you a quick story. I used to foster cats because I had an empty apartment and no cats of my own. I did have a Betta. Step one was putting him on a 6 foot shelf with not even an inch for a cat to put it's paw on. I came home to the fish tank on the floor. Glass everywhere but nothing else was disturbed. I couldn't blame the cats, there was physically no way to get to it. I checked the cats for blood, nothing. Until I got to the problem child (I always asked for the perfect health cats that no one wanted or had returned). White cat, easy to spot blood. I didn't. But I did see some weird noodle looking thing stuck on his back leg. I shudder to this day thinking I tugged on it like some random piece of dirt he picked up, and even flicked it a few times before I figured out what it was. He severed his tendon on the way down. All I can guess was he literally climbed the walls or jumped and ricochetted enough to grab the tank, and came down with it. No limp, no blood because he meticulously cleaned it all. Surgery was just to eliminate the risk of infection, there's no repairing a tendon on an animal you can't keep still.
What about some sort of locking cabinet? I have one from IKEA that is perforated metal on all sides. It's not the best for visibility but ventilation is not affected whatsoever.
He was a good fish, Richard. I moved 3 states with him on an Amtrak in a nalgene water bottle. I had to leave a bad situation without the situation noticing I was doing it, so I grabbed a weeks worth of clothes (I was going on "vacation") and Richard. He was a HUGE hit on the train, such a trooper. He saw me through to my very first apartment and my sanctuary.
That's my cat's name too!!!!Whenever I catch him investigating my Ts, I always tell my cat, Floyd, 'They've got bigger fangs than you and theirs inject venom so don't even think about it!'. It seems to have worked for 10 years luckily
