I hear the ominous scratching coming from the dining room, where my beautiful chairs live. I hear the crackling of the aluminum foil that is supposed to be scaring the critters away from the plants. I find plants vomited up on my floor, why do that over and over if it makes you sick?
The victims:
The usual suspects:
What? You think they look like such innocent pussycats? Well, indeed, one is and the other is a hardened plant and chair defiler. I’ve threatened declawing, deteething, even death, to no avail. Drastic times call for drastic measures! Enter…..The Solution…
The ‘Solution’:
It took me a while to figure out the assembly on this baby. It’s got the works! The funniest part is that Baby (the innocent kitty) thinks this is the greatest new game ever! Beemer seems less intimidated than I hoped but he’s learning, I grab the solution, he knows he’s going to have projectiles flying at him and he books it out of town.
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Hahahah, aw, poor kitties! I’m sorry they’re being a pain in the butt. But they’re probably just asking for you attention!
Baby is a perfect kitty, he truly is and he learned how to play our new game fast! Beemer knows he’s wrong and just doesn’t care. He gets plenty of attention, most of it bad
I have canned air in case the nerf thing fails. He doesn’t seem to like the canned air much. However, the nerf bullets can reach the dining room without me getting up!
The black one looks like the twin of one of mine - Simon. He’s kind of nerdy. His sister is Carly. Get it! Carley Simon. They are rescue cats which I got because her name was Carley, as is one of my granddaughters. So I changed her brother’s name to Simon. But it has been a very long trail of patience dealing with cats that were born without people around. I called my self, Adele Goodall for a long time because I felt I was in the jungle having to watch their every move getting them to realize that I was not the enemy.
I don’t know how anyone can live without a cat, strange as they are sometimes.
This guy was born into our family and for hmm 13 years or so now I have been fighting with him over these very same issues. He’s got me trained well. It’s the black one who’s the bad boy
A fun post, Anita. Feed the grubs to your bad boy??? No never mind… you don’t want those redone on the dining room floor. hahaha! Besides, you’re saving the grubs for Melissa.
Oh yeah, I really don’t want those thing recycled on my floor! lol
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