Monday, August 4, 2014
Catastrophe of a feline kind
Snax has just about taken over the top level of the cat condo. Big as he is, legs and things stick out over the side. Yesterday evening, he was stretched out, down on the living room rug, when Miu traveled from the couch to the top condo level. She curled up and slept.
Snax came over to see what was what and J stopped him with an outheld hand. Snax left angrily with his tail jerking over his back in feline rage. He sulked for a while and I guess he thought we had forgot about him. He came in fast and crouched down to leap up on top of Miu. I got my hand in front of his face and he ran to the hall as if to put himself to bed.
I gave him the bed command, which is "Time to Go" and he went the rest of the way to bed.
CAT- tastrophe averted . . .
Today, he acts as though he remembers nothing. Conveniently.