I didn't even need to gaze in Willow's face to find out what she wanted.
She was roaming back and forth in the kitchen and front hall screaming her little kitty lungs out.
"Where R U!!?? I can't see you??! Where R U??!!"
[sigh]
Every so often, she works herself up into a little kitty panic state when I'm not, seriously, in her line of sight. Once I call her, she comes running, launches her massive self at me, and all his fine. But for a while there... [whew!]
As for Juno, I'm pretty sure she'd say something like, "No questions, Mom. You just keep caving in to my kitty blackmail - I scratch at the dresser, you give me treats; I pull the tissues out of the box, one at time, you give me treats - and we'll be just fine..."
Of course, it's really a case of double bribing: I bribe her into leaving the room by offerning her treats (after which I close the door so I can think!) and she knows that if she annoys the heck outta me, I'll give her treats and all she has to do in return is leave the room...
Not sure which came first, the chicken (as it were) or the egg, but it's an arrangement that works for both of us. (And the treat manufacturer who's children I am no doubt putting through college...)
She was roaming back and forth in the kitchen and front hall screaming her little kitty lungs out.
"Where R U!!?? I can't see you??! Where R U??!!"
[sigh]
Every so often, she works herself up into a little kitty panic state when I'm not, seriously, in her line of sight. Once I call her, she comes running, launches her massive self at me, and all his fine. But for a while there... [whew!]
As for Juno, I'm pretty sure she'd say something like, "No questions, Mom. You just keep caving in to my kitty blackmail - I scratch at the dresser, you give me treats; I pull the tissues out of the box, one at time, you give me treats - and we'll be just fine..."
Of course, it's really a case of double bribing: I bribe her into leaving the room by offerning her treats (after which I close the door so I can think!) and she knows that if she annoys the heck outta me, I'll give her treats and all she has to do in return is leave the room...
Not sure which came first, the chicken (as it were) or the egg, but it's an arrangement that works for both of us. (And the treat manufacturer who's children I am no doubt putting through college...)
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