My cousin’s cat trained her to let her outside.
Cousin punished cat for scratching furniture by putting cat outside. Cat eventually would scratch furniture when he wanted to go out. Person attempting to train cat turns into cat training the person.
My cousin’s cat trained her to let her outside.
Cousin punished cat for scratching furniture by putting cat outside. Cat eventually would scratch furniture when he wanted to go out. Person attempting to train cat turns into cat training the person.
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My cousin’s cat trained her to let her outside.
Cousin punished cat for scratching furniture by putting cat outside. Cat eventually would scratch furniture when he wanted to go out. Person attempting to train cat turns into cat training the person.[/QUOTE]
Awesome.
I, too, created a monster in Cat Fed By Hand-- fat cat was fed a handful of kibble when I went by. It took as a few days of me hardening my heart to untrain (both of us) against the expectation that I was a Pez dispenser.
I trained my cat not to let me sit and enjoy dinner. After dinner, when DH and I grab a cookie for “dessert” cats get kitty treats. Now as soon as we sit down she emerges to wait. If we take too long, she complains. Loudly and persistently.
And then around 8-9 pm we converge in the bedroom to watch TV. This is kitty cuddle time. If were are late she has to round us up. We’ll tell her “go in there we’re coming” so she runs in and if no one follows she’s right back at it.
It’s awful stressful when Mommy and Daddy are arguing. We’ll give each other space and one of us will be in the bedroom, and the other watching TV in the living room or in the office on the computer and she does MILES until one of us gives in and family cuddle time is restored.
Maybe she fancies herself a marriage counselor?
My husband sleeps with a CPAP machine. My female cat Bonnie has figured out that when the machine goes off, he gets up, and she gets attention. She will now step on the power button, turning the machine off and meow at him while he sputters for breath.
Clyde, the male, figured out that if he places a paw on the toilet paper from above, it will spin and spew toilet paper everywhere. He loves that one. Me, not so much.