Fourteen years ago Mollie joined our crew. At the time we only had Jake who was a dapper young cat. She was around eighteen months old and had already had a litter. She came with some habits. (We refer to them as pre-loaded programs that can’t be deleted no matter how hard we try.) She liked to drink out of the toilet. Eww…gross. From that point on, we kept the toilet lid down. For fourteen years she altered our behavior.
That’s not unusual. As we accumulated more cats they all required their own private eating spot. No one wanted to eat next to another cat. Fortunately I have enough rooms. More behavior modification.
Then there is Jake and the throw carpets. When he got older he would not pee in the litter box if another cat had left a pee lump there. I have acres of boxes but you can be sure someone will pee in each one just to annoy him. The next best thing was a soft throw carpet. The kind you find in front of the shower or in a hallway. He left it crumpled on a pile so that you wouldn’t step on it. Thank goodness for doggie piddle pads. Pulled up
most all of the soft fluffy throw carpets.
I share the computer with Morgan. She loves to twitch her tail to swipe the screen. She can delete and open up windows. She turns on the printer and hits the copy button. She only does this when I am trying to type. If you don’t mind the occasional butt in the face, she’d make a great assistant. Turn off computer when I leave it.
There are lots of things we do for our pets. “Freshen up” food and make sure there are no ants. Keep the cat grass growing and replace it when it’s chewed down to nothing. Have a gazillion cat beds all around the house (yet they prefer a box). Have a gazillion boxes around the house.
If it weren’t for the cats, the house would be orderly but lonely. When all is said and done, the changes we make are not a bother at all. In return we get unconditional love, necessary scoldings, stink eyes and the occasional face lick. They are the masters at changing human behavior and always towards “more work.”