After many years of slavish behaviour, by which they were totally reliant on Mum to tell them when to go out side, when to go to the toilet, when to breath etc, they have finally progressed to the feline level of having their own cat flap.
Of course, they are still to think to figure out how this is used, but I have to say the Wolly (Wolf) is starting to get the hang of it faster than Wimper (Simba). They did need a vigourous re-orientation programme which did involve Mum having to sit on one side of the door and the Bloke on the other, offering words of encouragement and threats in equal proportions.
"Doh! How did I get outside so fast?"
Mum has to show the way for the feebleminded one.And now it gets even better. I was using Mum's mobile to text the "101 ways to pamper your Feline" help line (Mum is still trying to figure out where her talk time goes to), when I came across the following pictures that had been taken at the last behavioural modification reeducation camp which Mum and the Bloke take Tweedledum to each Tuesday (waste of time, money and effort, if you ask me)
I mean to say, have a look at this!! Does not exactly install any sense of wonderment in the thought processes or capacity of Canine kind, does it? Lets do a bit of a Survivor thing here, shall we? For those of you who think he should be left here in this position, send a text to 1896 calls cost 0.99c per minute (kids please ask your parents first).
No, thats it, there is no other text number for bringing him back home. Think about it!!
Or this one, apparently taken on their recent trip to Alexandra over Waitangi weekend. How they thought they could possibly drown, requring life jackets is totally beyond me, I mean to say, the air that fills their heads makes it near on impossible!! Not that I have one, no, of course not, that orange thing in the drawer is an insulated coat, in case I decide to go to Cloisters on a ski trip, ahem.
Now for the Demon Monster. Mum and the Bloke once again raised my expectations by getting the little monster all packed and prepared for a long trip. They even went so far as to make a card up to the Blokes Brother and Sister-in-Law in Auckland, tellling them the flight number and everything.
BUT THEY NEVER TOOK HIM TO THE AIRPORT!!!!!!!Oh the wasted opportunity!!!!!
Not sure how much more I can take of this constant dashing of my hopes!!
But, this is the funny part. Last week, the little marauder was taking for a nice little trip to the vets. Lets just say he came back a lesser man than when he left!!
Doesn't seemed to have slowed him down though, within minutes of getting out of his (My!!) cat box, he was running around the place causing havoc.
Would have been easier to have just encase his paws in concrete, if they wanted to settle him down. Now that is an idea! Is it 1 part cement to 4 parts ballast........?
Anyway, my little chums, time for that nap.
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Leader
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