My wife has one issue with our kittens – Keeping them off the dining room table.
Shooing, saying “scat,” hissing at them; nothing works for long. To be honest, every cat we’ve had in the house has maintained that this hostility regarding the table is a real mood killer. They like being up high to observe the terrain. If a mouse invades the palace, they can get it quickly. They are merely trying to do their job.
It’s all good that mother chatters on about their dirty little paws on the table. But they are only attempting to do the job nature intended them to do – and “in a superb fashion too!” young Marcus purrs.
So yes, if there were one thing we would love to make the kittens understand, the dining room table is off-limits.
But from the mrowwing and hissing, I hear in the kitchen, there is a union meeting going on, ” If we let them kick us off the table now, Tomorrow it’s going to be the kitchen counters, the sink, and the refrigerator. We must refuse management’s unreasonable demands now – or we’ll be just like dogs!!
The dog took offense to this last comment and chased them out of the kitchen.
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Haha yes… eventually we just give up on trying to keep them off of things
They tend to be more persistnt then we are.
There has to be mutual respect between bosses and employees or nothing works.
The dining table is where it’s at, Lou! All I have to do is get out the dishes and Pumpkin jumps on the table right where I want to place the napkins. While I admire her knowing what goes where, she needs to get the message that the table is not her place to be. Piper jumps on top of the fridge and leans over to watch every mouthful of food we take. I need Max to send me a tape of him growling. That might be the only thing that works.
I don’t have one at the moment, but I used to have tons of animals. I wish I could have made each one realize that I loved them.
Haha! having had both cats and dogs, this one made me laugh. I currently have an acrobatic dog who tries to jump on the table. She is the size of a long legged Labrador, so you can imagine the carnage. At least your wife has help from the dog!
Nice one, Lou.
Thanks, Mason. A long legged acrobatic dog. I can imagine the carnage – disastrous!
You’re welcome.
Oh yes, its been pretty bad when she made the leap onto the table!
The late Dougy was a furniture and rug scratcher. I used every trick I could find to break him of a habit that began when he barely was away from his mother, till his death at age nine, he never ceased to destroy one or the other. The sofa bed he died on bore his trademark destruction. I almost laughed when I noticed that the day I found Dougy’s body inches away. I cried instead.
Yeah Xenia, liked to “carve” door posts. I’ve left one as she left it to remember her.
I understand, Lou. I see Dougy’s mark on furniture and remember the good times, forgive his bad behavior.