I would like to have a catio for my beasts. I didn’t have the resources when I lived in my house, and now that I am in the apartment, I don’t have the authority. I’m not sure how I would arrange one, anyway. But I notice them around my town now and then, and this past Saturday, I saw this one.
As you may observe, it is a little catio. I imagine it is for a small cat. There is no room to run, but it is probably for an elderly cat, one who wants to enjoy the fresh air, the warm fragrances of summer. He likely no longer has the energy for exercise, but wants to spend his golden years smelling the scents that still come strongly to his old nose. He is a small cat, to judge from the tiny hammock.
Though it is not roomy, the catio shows someone cares about their furry friend, and went to some trouble over his comfort. It may be a tenant in a basement flat, since there is access to the wired-in area from a basement window. I like it. I will pass by in the future, in the high summer, and perhaps catch its feline owner basking in the gentle breezes that he can feel on his ancient furs. I won’t disturb him, though; such a fellow deserves to have his fresh air in peace.