Humor: Adventures in Cat Land – Part 2

Have you ever tried to train a cat?  Impossible?  Maybe, but we seemed to have succeedKody relaxing in the chair in a couple of areas.   My wife (Truthoughts) and I have a problem child for a cat.  His name is Kody.  Here you see him sitting so innocently in the big chair.  He is so cuddly and adorable and loves sleeping on our laps.  But, don’t let him fool you.  He terrorizes our other cat Kiera (black and white, tuxedo cat on the side bar – Flickr pics).  Fortunately not all of the time, but every once in a while, he corners her and a passionate cat fight ensues.

We are the kind of parents who will not tolerate this kind of behavior, so we punish him by scolding him and placing him in the Pet Taxi (cat carrier) for a time out.   Sometimes he just gets too close to her and they start hissing at each other.   Often Kiera will get so spooked that she will head up stairs for safety under the guest bed.

Kody serving a \However, her turning and running just excites Kody all the more and a mad dash ensues with hissing and panting and claws ripping through the carpet that only cat owners know the sound of.

Whenever he does this, I catch him and place him in solitary confinement in what I explain to Kody as “CAGE!”.  I repeatedly scold him with the word “CAGE” – “CAGE, KODY, CAGE”.  Then I lock him in for his, what-has-become-a, routine timeout.

Here is the part that just cracks my wife and I up.  We have administered this punishment with Kody for so long now that all I have to do is yell, “CAGE” and Kody now knows what this means, so he will walk over and put himself in the cage.  It makes it hard to punish him when he’s being so cute, protesting with apologies the entire way.   

Now, for the ultimate in funny.  The other day, Kody walked over to his daughter Molly (who is now old enough to go into heat) and started to bite her neck and stand on top of her (don’t worry, we got him fixed, so there will be no more babies for this stud).  We never said a word to him, because we understand in the animal kingdom, incest, doesn’t seem to be a social oddity like it is with humans.  However, he must have felt guilty about it or something, because without any prompting on our part at all, he got off of her and walked over and put himself in the cage, protesting the whole way.  It sort of makes you wonder… “what was he thinking?”  I’m not sure, but it certainly gave us a good laugh! 

For another hilarious story on training cats, see this post of mine:

You Can Tune a Piano, But You Can’t Tuna Cat…or Can You?  

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You Can Tune a Piano, But You Can’t Tuna Cat… or Can You?

Have you ever heard the expression, “It’s like herding cats”?  Why do you think that expression exists?  Could it be that cats, unlike their canine counterparts, typically could care less if you want them to do anything.   Usually you do well enough to get a cat to come when it’s time to feed them.  And, just the opposite, most dogs can’t wait to greet you at the door, with tail wagging so expressively that their whole body shakes with enthusiasm, including the occassional tinkle.

Well, I’m not sure if our cats have decided to “disown” their feline natures, or if it’s because we treat them as if they are human, but our cats seem to behave more like dogs than than their species would usually ever admit to.

Their typical aloofness has been replaced by them either greeting us at the door, or racing down the stairs upon our arrival, from their comfortable afternoon nap and begging for our attention.  What?  Cats never beg, it is completely beneath them.   (Maybe this could be explained better by Jeane Nevarez, owner of two cats, who has done a great review of the book, The Nine Emotional Lives of Cats, by Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson.)

 So, there they are, all mingling around the front door, brushing against us and wrapping their tails around our legs until we bend down and pet each and every one of them.   Ahh… to be loved like a dog owner!  The feeling is mutual and we return our love by showering them with praise and more pets than they could possibly want.  My wife excels in this area much more than me, but none-the-less, between the two of us, each cat is showered in love, giving them a sense of contentment no dog could ever realize.

What is also very interesting, to get to the meat of the title, is that I have managed to train our cats.  Yes, it’s true.  Let me explain.  Each night when it is time for my wife and I to retire, from blogging in the living room, and head to our bedroom upstairs, their is a mass exodus from our present quarters as most of them come running up the stairs, vieing for position to come racing into the bedroom with us as we settle down for the night.  More than once, she or I  have almost fallen up, or sometimes down, the stairs due to our cats perfect placement of themselves right where our next step is due to come down. 

 Once in the bedroom, I have actually now trained them that the bedroom is for sleep.  If they can’t settle down, then they must leave the bedroom and return only once they have settled down.  Of course, at first, since they have just burst up the stairs, their mere momentum of entusiastic bounding makes it difficult for them to settle down.   So, I tell them to get on the bed, to which they heed.  But soon, curiousity will get the best of one of them and they jump down from the bed to satisfy their urge, trying to figure out if that is a real mouse in the corner or just  a shadow of the curtains dancing in the breeze of the fan.

I give them one chance to get back on the bed, or be put out.  They know this because as soon as I get up to put them out, they race back toward the bed and resume their position.  Occasionally, one will jump down for a second time and sure enough, as soon as I get up, back to the bed they race, usually to bed down for good. 

However, lately, they have started making the choice.  They know the rule, no playing once in the bedroom, but sometimes, they are just still way too excited, so they consciously make the choice when I get up, to run towards the door, to be let out, rather than being put out.  They do their running around, outside the bedroom and when they are ready, they come back and let us know and in they come where they head direclty to the bed and settle down with the others.

Who knew, you could train a cat?  Have you ever experienced anything like this?  To find out more about me and my family, click on the About Me page at the top.