I never had a cat that I trained until now, and I don't really feel comfortable taking credit for that. The cat trained the dog and then watched him develop. Then the cat discovered that sitting up and begging got him fed first. He began to paw me for attention, politely, and I still stand fondly amazed when I pull out the filled food scoop and the cat will give me a "high five" similar to the Japanese prosperity kitty. I don't have a method down as clearly as you.
I've always just kind of lived with cats. What Glenn's doing with Perrine is wonderful. Though that alpha bitch kitty did tend to go astride my shoulders through the woods and I wondered who was winning what sort of contest. I think she was training me to accommodate her wishes. She was small, like Perrine, and knew a clear mark when she smelt it. She was an offspring of the trash downstairs from me (Oh,wow, urgh. Tap shoes and clogging needed.) who didn't control their cat and whose kitten got a fractured pelvis somewhere and I had the great good fortune to run into. She never went into heat, took over everyone, kept smacking the other cats and the dog...
This should be a reminiscence on its own. I really couldn't take her with me to the new household I was going to, (2 extant cats with attitudes) but she had the run of Mom's garage, and probably found another good mark from there. I hope.
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I never had a cat that I trained until now, and I don't really feel comfortable taking credit for that. The cat trained the dog and then watched him develop. Then the cat discovered that sitting up and begging got him fed first. He began to paw me for attention, politely, and I still stand fondly amazed when I pull out the filled food scoop and the cat will give me a "high five" similar to the Japanese prosperity kitty. I don't have a method down as clearly as you.
I've always just kind of lived with cats. What Glenn's doing with Perrine is wonderful. Though that alpha bitch kitty did tend to go astride my shoulders through the woods and I wondered who was winning what sort of contest. I think she was training me to accommodate her wishes. She was small, like Perrine, and knew a clear mark when she smelt it. She was an offspring of the trash downstairs from me (Oh,wow, urgh. Tap shoes and clogging needed.) who didn't control their cat and whose kitten got a fractured pelvis somewhere and I had the great good fortune to run into. She never went into heat, took over everyone, kept smacking the other cats and the dog...
This should be a reminiscence on its own. I really couldn't take her with me to the new household I was going to, (2 extant cats with attitudes) but she had the run of Mom's garage, and probably found another good mark from there. I hope.