> Well, the only part of your e-mail that I didn't quite get was that
> "aren't allowed" part. I have rules here, too, but they are typically
> ignored from time to time. I think maybe it should be "strongly
> suggested" that your cats don't sneak upstairs. Aside from the
> upstairs trip being "forbidden behaviour", which makes it all the more
> enticing, what is up there that is verboten?
It's very simple, Mike. I adore cats. I absolutely off-the-scale adore
them. Alas, I have a husband who doesn't. He says they are "rat-faced sh.t
machines", filthy and destructive. You may get the idea we don't agree on
the subject! When he finally allowed me to have a cat (now 2 cats), we
agreed that they wouldn't go upstairs. I insist they don't go in my larder
(cleaning chemicals on bottom shelf) or in the garage (similar dangers plus
big thingy with wheels on it). Hubby doesn't want them upstairs because
they'll leave fleas, disease and hair up there. He doesn't want to put his
head/face on a pillow where a cat's a**e has been. Because of all this, I
train my cats from kittenhood. Firmly, but gently, they learn the rules of
the house because, if they didn't, I couldn't have cats. Told you it was
simple :~))
> I had a couch I got that was real nice. Every chance she got Isis
> would jump on it because it has nice elastic material and
> scritch-scratch like crazy. She'd look me right in the eye while she
> did it because she knew it was Forbidden. I got a couch cover for it
> which took a lot of the magic away.
Yes, I had a cat who looked me right in the eye while attempting a known
naughtiness. I read this as "I can get away with this, can't I?" behaviour.
I always gently told him 'no', but introduced him to his own bed .. food ..
whatever he needed. Once or twice he jumped up on our sofa, but it was
hubby who was told off, because he'd thrown his coat down on the sofa. The
only time Tiggypuss was allowed on the sofa was when he slept on my lap.
Naturally, he perceived it was okay to snooze on people-clothing, which made
hubby's coat seem legit snoozing equipment. Thus, I have to train the hubby
thing, too! I bet you're beginning to feel sorry for anyone who lives with
me!
> I'm into this cat thing. For instance, ever see your cat spin it's
> head after you tickle its ear hairs? I've wondered how fast those back
> and forth spins really go. I might just take a movie and watch count
> the turns per second and then multiply by 360 and I can then know how
> many "rpm's".
I've never tickled my cat's ear hairs, so this is new to me. In fact, if I
see my cat seem irritated by its ears, I smooth down the hair in its ears,
so it's more comfortable. Men are from Mars and tickle cats' ears .. women
are from Venus and soothe them. Fact of life.
> This is where I'm at after 8 years with Isis.
I'm up to 4 years each with Cheetah and Panther, but 28 cat-owning years
total. I still think it's harder training hubby.
Spider
> Mike in Illinois
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Ivor Jones - 22 Mar 2008 19:46 GMT
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: It's very simple, Mike. I adore cats. I absolutely
: off-the-scale adore them. Alas, I have a husband who
: doesn't. He says they are "rat-faced sh.t machines",
: filthy and destructive.
You know what I'm going to say, don't you ;-)
Tell him, cats and me or nothing <g>
Ivor
Spider - 23 Mar 2008 15:32 GMT
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> Ivor
One doesn't 'tell' this particular hubby anything. We don't argue because
he walks away. It should also be pointed out at this stage that I adore
him, as well as cats. Also, the hubby thing is very useful .. the whole
neighbourhood agree on it, and borrow him from time to time .. he does
wiring, plumbing, woodwork, minor building jobs; well, anything but
housework, really... and I'm working on that! :~)
This way, I get him and cats ... and we all get a little discipline. No
harm in that; of the people I know, those without discipline (self~ or
enforced) are losers and time-wasters. Life is hard, but cats are put in to
soften it.
Also, my way, he learns that cats are trainable (which he never believed
before), and not the hairy horrors he had previously thought. Six years
ago, when we buried Tiggypuss after 22 wonderful years, hubby kissed him
gently on the head before laying him in his grave. That's what exposure to
cats does for you. Ain't education great?! :~))
Spider