Bear.
What can I say? He is the best, baddest, brat. The textbook example of male Siamese. Loud, bossy, snooty, aloof. A small package that packs a big boom.
He was so bad yesterday.
List:
Bit my finger at breakfast. Didn’t eat after I scolded him. So hunger came on with loud protestations.
2.Didn’t like the next can of kitty pate’, 3 cans later he ate.
Loud noises because a sock was in his dryer top bed. Grrr!
He usually uses the actual toliet for cat necessaries. Nope. He went to 2 of the 3 cat boxes and scattered litter in protest of who knows what.
Tiny Yorkie got too close and got slapped around. Shrieking. I scolded Bear, again. He flew up the stairs and barfed up a hairball in my bedroom.
A game of chase my Sister Meeko happened while I was trying to nap. I heard a crash downstairs. He knocked a glass off the kitchen counter.
I did go back and nap. Bad decision. He tore up a roll of paper towel I neglected to hide in the pantry. Paper allover the kitchen.
Oh, didn’t close the pantry door. He bit chunks out of 2 potatoes. And denied it.
He tried, unsuccessfully to turn on the kitchen faucet. I know because the dawn liquid was in the sink completely empty it flowed right down the drain. My fault. Didn’t snap the lid down.
At least an hour of howling at the french doors. I opened the door and he ran and hid.
I’m going crazy or this cat has decided to make me crazy:eek:
Today is shaping to be another bad day in Bears-ville. He knocked my cereal bowl off the table. Cereal, milk and a broken bowl.
Again he protested his breakfast choices. I gave up. He’s roaming around howling cause he’s hungry. Grrr!
My dad has always said that the cat will eat when it gets hungry enough. This has stood me in good stead for decades now. I put the food down. If they don’t eat, I put it away for a bit and next time they get hungry the same food gets put down again. Repeat until they eat. It’s a bit of a battle of wills.
Bear has a will like a…well… a steel bear trap. He ALWAYS wins.
He did finally eat when I put him a liver treat on his plate next to uber expensive lobster kitty pate’. No ‘Special Kitty’ brand for this royal PITA.
He got all pissy when the dogs and me came in. It’s drizzly rain outside, so the dogs were damp. I got the dog towel and dried them off. You would think I was murdering them the way Bear and Meeko acted. They hate the dogs until I’m doing anything to them. So nosy. They come to inspect and get mad. I have to hide in the bathroom to brush the Yorkie.
Bear would find life, difficult(dare I say unbearable?), at my house.
Just because I occasionally serve a feline overlord does not mean I accept abuse from them. Bear would probably spend a lot of time hungry at my place until he figured out the food rules and sometimes having someone cater to every need means having towels and brushes applied to oneself and one’s companions
Bear jumped up at a pendant light hanging over my island. A moth was flitting around. He hung on by his claws for 2 seconds before he and the bulb/globe thingy crashed on the island. Made the biggest mess of small slivers of glass. Bear flew to the beams. I put my shoes on and cleaned and vacuumed the broken glass. I hope I got it all. Little paws and my bare feet don’t like glass in them.
I don’t think Bear was injured. He won’t come down for me to check. He’s up there giving me sweet blinkie eyes. I’ve decided to ignore him. Even Meeko is surprised at how bad Bear is being. She didn’t follow him up. She in my lap asleep and purring.
I’m of the ‘ignore bad behaviour’ school of discipline. Recently out of necessity I’ve been scolding his bad behaviour. I think he’s rebelling against this new tactic. I’m rethinking my flawed wisdom.
How dare you nap when Bear needed your attention and obeisance? Really, it was for your own good that he called attention to your insufficiency. I read once that Siamese cats are a lot like dogs, but I can’t see why. A dog doesn’t ride your pendant lights. A dog may turn up her nose at canned food she doesn’t like, but she will then let you know you erred by eating your bedroom slippers.
Does your granddaughter have a Siamese yet? If so, has your DIL developed any new twitches?
Might be time to break out the big guns before going with the nuclear option of sending him to me(yes, I’d take him, i do seem to run the Vader Family Orphanage and Home For Cats) the SQUIRT BOTTLE OF DOOM OOM oom oom
Oh, no. Not the squirt bottle!
I just recently recommended my mid-daughter squirt her yappy Chihuahuas, to teach them to quit barking. She claims it’s working way better than she thought it would.
I will consider the squirt bottle. Let me ponder how bad this could turn out and go all kinda wrong. Hmmm?
(Nellie, the baby kitten is at home, from all reports it’s been good. DIL, at this point still has control over the situation. Her days are numbered. I remember thinking I was in control, once upon a time)
Well thats the thing with me. Imma enforce the rulez cause he may think he’s a god, but I’m still bigger. I can and have and will outstubborn a cat until he breaks or one of us goes away, and remember, I’m bigger (and unlike his divineness I also have opposable thumbs) Yeah, it’s harsh, but I ain’t above a little physical intimidation of cats when they need it. Lovers get scitches and treats and rule the roost, hellions get stared down hard
I was watching the last seconds of the Redskins-Dolphins game on my laptop, when Wilson (a/k/a “Big Daddy”) decided that would be a good time to stroll onto the keyboard and black out the screen. Fortunately the 'Skins only had to run out the clock, so I didn’t miss anything exciting. But I warned him, don’t do that when the 'Skins are in the Super Bowl.
Hummmmm, Maybe you should send them to me for a “while” Beck. Vader’s Orphanage and Home For Wayward Cats is famous from corner to corner of my living room for the 99.999% success rate of our discipline and training program for spoiled kitties. It’s totally free and comes with a 100% lifetime money back guarantee
I’m so glad we have the World’s Best Behaved Kitteh. She’s also the happiest kitty I’ve ever had. Never gets upset about anything. Never complains, unless she needs some attention. And is happy to spend hours each day sleeping at my feet. Good girl!