Wet, angry felines.
Sebastian's cats hate me now.
I suggested we get collars for them, because mine has one and also because it's getting warmer. And if one or more decides to escape because it's getting warmer and spring-like, I'd like them all to have collars with tags and their names and our numbers.
Well, in our shopping expedition today, we got the collars and I'd already bought the name tags. We got home an hour and a half ago and put the collars on. Hazard went pretty quietly. He ran when he saw the collar--they've worn them before but worked them off and one of them managed to lose theirs completely--but I readily gained his trust with treats.
Caution? Well, she ran out of Sebastian's room and into mine. Plying her with treats didn't work, as she's too smart for that. I sprayed her with one of our many spray bottles and she ran for the door, which was closed. She then ran to the window, and sat, pouting. She knew she was caught. I brought her into Sebastian's room and said, "Help me with her collar, your cat is angry and wet." He then asked why she was wet. How else would I get her out from under my bed.
In any event, the collars are secure and the cats HATE me. They hate Sebastian a little, I'm sure. But they are not happy with me.
I suggested we get collars for them, because mine has one and also because it's getting warmer. And if one or more decides to escape because it's getting warmer and spring-like, I'd like them all to have collars with tags and their names and our numbers.
Well, in our shopping expedition today, we got the collars and I'd already bought the name tags. We got home an hour and a half ago and put the collars on. Hazard went pretty quietly. He ran when he saw the collar--they've worn them before but worked them off and one of them managed to lose theirs completely--but I readily gained his trust with treats.
Caution? Well, she ran out of Sebastian's room and into mine. Plying her with treats didn't work, as she's too smart for that. I sprayed her with one of our many spray bottles and she ran for the door, which was closed. She then ran to the window, and sat, pouting. She knew she was caught. I brought her into Sebastian's room and said, "Help me with her collar, your cat is angry and wet." He then asked why she was wet. How else would I get her out from under my bed.
In any event, the collars are secure and the cats HATE me. They hate Sebastian a little, I'm sure. But they are not happy with me.