Well, Boris has about 5 containers of kitty treats. He alerts you that he wants some by hopping up on the desk and swatting the container off of the shelf that the monitor sits on onto the desk below. You give him some treats (you have to sit them in front of him) and he eats them. If he decides he wants more, he swats the contrainer over again (or swats over another one) until he’s had his fill. As you can surmise, kitty treats don’t last too long in the house. We’ve outsmarted him by filling the treat containers up with dry cat food. This move was, as Borat would say, a “great success”.
So yeah, Boris has about three asshole points right now with how he handles this situation. A couple of days ago, I got a few more containers of kitty treats for Boris. They were all sitting next to the monitor along with the original containers. Well, this morning, Boris wanted some treats, dammit. He knocked one container over and I put them (the regular cat food) in a little dish I have on the desk so the food doesn’t roll all over the place. Boris looked at me a second before I picked him up and turned him around so he was facing the food. He nibbled for a second, then turned back around and knocked the treat container over again. He looked at me for a few seconds with contempt in his kitty heart for this stupid biped. I didn’t move or put the container back on the shelf because Boris would just knock it back down. He raised the ante by taking both paws and showing all the containers off the shelf. “Oh yeah, dick? Don’t want to give me treats? Don’t wanna pick the contrainer up? Have fun picking up ALL the containers up! Bwhahahahaha!”
Boris. You are an asshole.