Cats. They're fun to love and rub. A member of the family.....but yes, they do have their own agenda.
We have a cat tower, a store-bought thing. Tall. That's where Frecklee goes to get his private time, on top of that thing. His "Away from all humans" time.
Last year, I had a great idea. Or in Southern terms, "I gotta Idee..."
We can move this giant cat tower out onto the screened porch. He'll like it out there. And it'll open up some room in our living room area. So we did.
Freck came stalking into the living room and sniffed the empty hole where his tower used to be. He then walked right past us and positioned himself right in front of the TV. He looked directly at us, and made sure we were making eye contact with him. He squatted right down in front of the TV and took a giant shit right there on the carpet.
And then he plopped down and said with his facial expresson, "So..what do you think of THAT?" He was real proud of himself.
We were shocked. He'd never not used his litter box before. A turd in the living room. And later, one directly in front of the bathroom door. He wanted to make sure we knew his thoughts. He was delivering a message.
It took us a while to figure out, and it turned out to be true, he was only wanting to make a statement. Give me my tower back. We brought his tower back into the living room, and it's never happened since.
We have a cat tower, a store-bought thing. Tall. That's where Frecklee goes to get his private time, on top of that thing. His "Away from all humans" time.
Last year, I had a great idea. Or in Southern terms, "I gotta Idee..."
We can move this giant cat tower out onto the screened porch. He'll like it out there. And it'll open up some room in our living room area. So we did.
Freck came stalking into the living room and sniffed the empty hole where his tower used to be. He then walked right past us and positioned himself right in front of the TV. He looked directly at us, and made sure we were making eye contact with him. He squatted right down in front of the TV and took a giant shit right there on the carpet.
And then he plopped down and said with his facial expresson, "So..what do you think of THAT?" He was real proud of himself.
We were shocked. He'd never not used his litter box before. A turd in the living room. And later, one directly in front of the bathroom door. He wanted to make sure we knew his thoughts. He was delivering a message.
It took us a while to figure out, and it turned out to be true, he was only wanting to make a statement. Give me my tower back. We brought his tower back into the living room, and it's never happened since.
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