A woman I worked with put pine cones in potted plants to discourage her cat.
The bratz around here get excited over flower arrangements. They really enjoy the babies’ breath.
My mother had a cat that went wild over poinsettias. Yes, I know they are poison. The STOOPID cat even vomited blood, but after throwing up, went looking for the poinsettia again. The poinsettia went in the trash. The cat appeared fine.
~VOW
But they get the box!
New Age, maybe. I can get something on Ebay for the bop, and you will have no use for them after the Simonize cats eviscerate you. :dubious:
I am so glad my current two have no desire to go outside. I even had the door wide open on Sunday for 15-20 minutes while I brought stuff in, and they didn’t budge from their preferred chillout spots.
One of my previous cats would run outside every chance he got. He didn’t live more than a couple of years before he disappeared. 
I think it’s because I named him Hubble, he was determined to explore.
I am fairly sure my kittens would take up pinecone batting as a hobby, then attack the plant.
Somewhere we read/heard that cats don’t like citrus so we left some orange and lemon peels around where we didn’t want them to go. They batted those things around like they had nothing to lose. I guess we were lucky there–they could have eaten them!
I’ve had a Nike shoe box sitting in my mud room for a year. The cats makes a wide circle around it every day going to a litter box they have it there. They wouldn’t dare get in it. Maybe if it was silk lined or something.
I also did the square of tape on the floor, to see if they would sit in it. Nope. Made a bee-line for the beams on that one. These 2 are not normal felines. The 2 things they like most are treats and hearing water running. If I turn the sink in the kitchen on, here they come running. They like flushing too.
So back to the harnesses. I got one on my female and she just laid on the floor and howled. Much to the dogs amusement. While the howlin’, barkin’, and bleedin’ went on, I tried to get my male to come off the top of the fridge for his fitting. One chicken liver got him to the counter top. I knew I had one shot at getting it on him. Mind you Meeko is still howling on the floor, and he’s distracted and munching his liver. So I aimed carefully and got it on his head. After that I don’t what happened. He flew kinda over my head to the fridge. I don’t think a foot landed up there, in an instant he was down, made a turn and was up the stairs to the 3rd step from the top (it’s always the 3rd step). I looked around because the silence was deafening. Meeko was not in the harness anymore. The dogs looked shocked and chicken livers were everywhere. Not sure how that occured.
Give It Up.
It is Not Meant to Be.
Am I crazy? I felt like I made alittle progress. The dogs got lots of liver treats. They’re happy. Bear (male Siamese) is giving me the silent treatment, thank god. Meeko is still in the beams and looking at me with a bitch face. I’m trying to act nonchalant. Like nothing is amiss. Think I’ll dance around the kitchen for a minute that always brings out the curiosity of the pets.
You are living on borrowed feline time.
Face up to it.
Remember, CP gets the CDs. You can remember that, trippingly on the tongue.
Perhaps you should make a note for whoever finds you? :dubious:
CP, I promise you’re in my will. Also, since you’re in Arkansas, if you see my obit in the paper you charged with informing the SD board. I’m afraid no one would notice I left. I don’t want peeps going around thinking I’m alive when I’m clearly dead.
I shall post that the reports of your death are greatly exaggerated. I still want the CDs and anything else I can sell on Ebay.
I don’t have to go to anywhere near Tull to pick them up, do I? You take your life in your hands driving over one lane bridges on the Saline river. Dry county, guys in a hurry to get back, sampling the beer on the way.
Last night…quietly and peacefully…Beckdawrek…moved to Florida.
Nah. You just have to watch out for exploding things and bored state troopers.
I have heard the stories about Tull. Hard country.
There is a peafowl breeder there. I was seeing a girl in Tull, hence my knowledge of intoxicated Tullians and one lane bridges, but I wanted to have peacocks on my five acres in the more civilized Pulaski county. My veterinarian discouraged me. The LR zoo had quit keeping them, for some worm attacked them.
What is this about exploding things?
^^How soon they forget.
Never, never have peacocks. They are nasty, noisy and mean. And you can’t eat them. Well, technically you can. But I’m not gonna.
How did I miss that Hubble had disappeared? Oh, I’m so sad for you. :(
Dems lovely kitties, Zyada.
So we had another fitting. The cats came down off their high horses to eat a late supper. I got Bear to let me tickle his chin and pet him as he pranced around the kitchen floor. I got the harness close to him and he sniffed it and clacked his teeth at it. Meeko, not one to stand alone got in on the game of the new sparkly toys. She was more nervous about it. I assume it’s because she had one holding onto her earlier. I didn’t dare try to put one on either of them.
I did a sneaky thing. Their favorite place in the whole house is their beds on top of the dryer. I put some laundry in and turned it on. I put the harnesses in the beds. They came flying in and jumped to the beds. It was like a cartoon. They put the brakes on in mid air. It nearly had screeching sound effects. They did eventually schooch the things to the side and got gingerly into the beds. Somehow not touching them. I think I’m making headway.
You will be all set when the asteroidpasses close to earth in 2029.
We tried the harness thing with Ella the Hellcat and it initially did not go…well. The first cat harness we bought, she snapped the clips clean off going after a mouse. FWIW, she’s a 18 lb dilute calico. The small dog harness I eventually slipped on her held up and we would clip her to the clothesline so she could roam the yard. Now that she’s too old and fat (She says “Not true; I’m just disinclined to look over it…”) to climb the fence we just let her out the door. The best part was trying to take her for a walk on a leash. Once she realized she was on it she flopped on her side, staring me down as I dragged her 18 inches along the driveway. I got the one-eyed stare the rest of the day but crunchies and scritches smoothed things over.