I know Marc is totally trained up by his cats. But he doesn’t mind. Anyway it is a good thing. The device in the picture is actually made to stop your cat interrupting your computer work. Marc might find it useful. The trouble is I am not sure a cat would actually use it. You know how cats are. They can be picky and rightly so.
With regards to being trained, in the end you just give up and accept the inevitable. Cat wins. I have been beautifully trained. I moan all the time about it but do nothing to change things. When he wants to be fed he expects to be picked up and carried to the kitchen. Of course I do it. And then if he wants to eat roast chicken his voice is just that bit more insistent. It has a certain tone to it that says, “Michael, get off your bum and get me my chicken..”. Of course I oblige. I have three containers of it in the fridge at this moment. I just hope and pray he doesn’t shout at me while I am typing this.
I have the cat flap closed at the moment to prevent a stray cat coming in. Obviously Charlie can’t go out either so he pops his head around the bedroom door and asks – actually it is more a demand. I jump out of bed and smile at him. He leads me to the door to open. He takes his time going through it and I wait patiently getting cold.
Then I lock the door behind him and go back to bed. I have one ear focused on the door. Eventually he calls out to be let in. I know immediately what to do and jump to attention. Phew..I can then rest for a bit until the master calls me again…
I’m trained and I don’t mind. Actually there is something nice about him talking to me and asking me for things. It is an open channel of communication that is good for the cat to human relationship. That by the way, in a serious note, is one good thing about having to let him out. He has to ask. We talk. We connect. It’s nice.
I want to thank dw for finding the picture. She suggested Marc would like it. Marc likes cats and lives in Switzerland.