Yes, my school only accepts the most gifted and intelligent cats for training and yes my forearms do bear the scars of training. But a person who is passionate about their vocation, as I am, thinks nothing of the trading of a little blood. Good kitties are born, Gaurd Kitties are made
Good, good, GOOD kitty!
I guess we better talk about the bottom line. I paid an absurd amount of $$$ for these precious bundles of hair, teeth, claws and flashy blue eyes (shhh! It’s a secret).
Money is no object. Along as you don’t ‘object’ to a mere pittance:D
This morning Bear is a bit subdued. I was pleasantly surprised he was not screaming at top decibels for his breakfast. He ate without protest. Didn’t try to steal his Sisters food. Jumped down and went to look out the doors and have a bath. Now I’m worried:eek:
You should get yourself a fish.
The cat would eat it.
~VOW
Oh,oh,oh! I NEED a CATFISH.(sorry Gato, catfishies are tasty), Best of both worlds. Unless I can find “a little cat-dog”
Ah, now were down to negotiating, ok but save the pitting until you hear my price…
So lets see, travel to and from mumble mumble … food, carry the 3…mutter mumble…vet, doctor…stitches, carry the remainder divide by…mutter mumble…how much do blood stains cost to clean these days…!
$250,374.38 and your pet is returned to you guaranteed to be mostly untraumatized. 
Oh, and for the catdog, I believe nickelodeon has those, that?
^^indeed.
Pshaw. I’ll fix his little wagon for a couple of corn dogs. ROFL! Mind, he may hide in the rafters to avoid subsequent lessons . . .
Seriously though, I taught my cat Livvie to sit up, beg, and roll over. She taught herself to hiss and run from the room any time she heard the name “Newt Gingrich.” (She knew what Mommy didn’t like. LOL!) I’d never had a cat before, so I trained her up just like a dog. Once I found the treats she really liked, the rest was easy.
“…but wait Beck, there’s more. For a mere additional…”
And that is exactly the correct way to train a cat TruCelt, well for the reward side anyway.
Bear has a few tricks up his sleeve. He head bumps. Target touches or points. Sticks out his tongue on cue. Says ‘No’ amazingly well.
I think he might sit on command. Hard to tell.
He’ll ‘crate up’ on command. But, as soon as you shut the door he turns into a demon in a box. Scary.
If I have his favorite liver treat he’ll stand all the way up on his hind legs and take a step or 2.
Of, course all this only works when he wants it to. I don’t make the rulez, folks.
Meeko head bumps. She’s not bothered to do any more tricks. She’s more concerned with her bathing routine if you try to get her learn one. The perfect snub; Lick your butt!
Bear has been on better behaviour since yesterday. I decided he was trying to tell me something.
Last week I walked outside barefoot(I know, stoopid me)and stepped on a sharp rock. Got a nice gash. I cleaned it up and kept it bandaged with antibiotic cream on it. It was fine, I thought. Woke up Monday morning and it was puffed and throbbing. Got a priorty appt. at the clinic. They did horrible things to me. I won’t describe them, but believe it was bad, bad, bad! I didn’t even want corndogs afterwards.
Bear was trying to warn me. He’s such a good, good, good Cat.
(Hey! It could be true)
I never volunteered.
Compliance is required. Resistance is futile.
2nd apointment with the foot care clinic. Good news. It’s healing well and the edges are together. No debriding necessary. Thank god. Got a shot and a re-up on my pain meds. I didn’t need them. I’m staying off it as much as I can. DIL and Son-of-a-wrek are helping me with the dogs. Mr.Wrekker is in and out. It’s deer season so he’s busy at the camp alot. They have the big season opening supper there this weekend. I usually try to make that party. Not sure if I can this year. They won’t miss me.
Bear has been on best behaviour this week. It’s sorta scary:eek:
It’s too hot for deer hunting.
I’m waiting for modern rifle in Nov and hope a cool front has arrived. I try to get two most years. One for older family and one for us.
Our Freezer is getting low. We always get most of the venison ground and add fat. Makes a wonderful tomato meat sauce and chili. The roasts are taken to a local barbecue place that slow Cooks & slices the meat.
Saves trips to the markets.
Mr.Wrekker has filled my freezers with fish. Son-of-a-wrek informs me they have much deer meat at the camp. It takes a bunch for camp meat. I’ll probably get one in the freezer here. During modern gun season. That’s plenty. As far as I’m concerned.
Just finished getting caught up on this thread, now it is clear, Bear is a kind and benevolent loving master. Je was trying to warn and protect you, but, well, yanno
Whatcha tryin’ to say, Dork? That I’m lookimg for things, therefore my mind concocts convoluted scenarios that fit my imaginings?
Oh, hell no. That would mean I’m crazy.
Anyway, Bear has returned to being a jerk this morning. Breakfast was an ordeal at approximately 5:58am. And he was zooming around the house picking on everybody. I was sitting in my chair holding my aching head in my hands, lamenting my life of servitude. He came and sat on the arm of the chair. Blinking those flashy blue eyes, st me. I looked at him and he stuck out his tongue, with one meow he was off to go and torment Meeko again. He’s so bad, bad, bad:)
I got in from Texarkana a few minutes ago to a big mess of feathers in the living room strung out through the dining room. For a brief time I thought Bear and Meeko caught a bird in the house. But, no. I have/had a fall themed setting on my mantle. One item was a medium sized owl made of feathers and foilage stuff. Bear killed it. Meeko surely was in on it. Fun was had by the dogs, as well. Grace the Yorkie had feathers on her fur. What a mess!
I decided to punish all. ‘Cept I felt sorry for the dogs. Grace came over and pee’d on my toe. Bear and Meeko just kept cleaning themselves. Coz’ you know fake owl feathers are germy and go against their aesthetic. Must wash!
Good grief!
^^^While I was cleaning up the feathers and junk, Bear left his snack plate to watch. He stayed right by me watching every feather go in the trash sack. Every now and then he’d stretch a paw out, not nearly close enough to actually touch it. It was adorable. He took every step I took till I got out dust buster. They hate Moms noisy toys. I got done and just sat down to read the paper when I heard plaintive wails coming from the kitchen. Bear returned to his plate and no yummy liver treats were on there. Meeko did the switcharoo. She was sitting in the window smiling. The little thief.
I got him new treats out. Last I looked Meeko was giving him a bath.