Originally Posted by daveleo
This picture goes back about 12 years now. Just found it in a box.
We gave Zeke injections of Lactated Ringer's every day for 5 years.
He was the smartest cat, and the 6th smartest person I ever met.
Nice picture. You obviously loved this cat. I understand that fully.
Just like I love mine. I think cats are greatly under rated - especially as to intelligence.
My cat has learned to open the sliding robe door (she loves sitting inside the robe on an upper shelf) and she has learned to open the back door to go outside.
The back door is on a spring though and it closes quickly - so she is worried it might catch her tail.Which it has done before. So she has learned to sit by the door pushing it open then allowing it to slam shut till I get the message that she wants to go out and release her. She has me trained!
In the morning if I am sleeping on my back she climbs onto my chest and sits there staring down at me till I wake up and get the message - she wants breakfast. Or more likely attention. If I ignore her she reaches down and ever so gently gives me a love bite on my naked arm. She knows that will make me laugh. Then I get up and feed her. Like I said she has trained me.
When I get out of bed (or when I get home from work in the evening) I have to give her 5 minutes of cuddles and attention otherwise she cries for about an hour. Tonkinese cats are half Siamese and are very vocal. To make sure she gets the attention she expects, she runs to a particular spot on a particular rug (one I must pass as I walk though the house) and rolls onto her back looking cute. I then stop, kneel down and rub her tummy and tell her how wonderful she is. Again she has me trained.
If I don't give her enough attention and get up to leave prematurely, she runs after me, jumps up and wraps her paws around my leg. No teeth, no claws just her little "arms" wrapped around my leg. But she knows this never fails to make me laugh and return to give her more attention.So she does it every time. Again she has me trained.
She also refuses to use her litter tray each morning till I clean it for her. She has me trained.
When the weather turns colder she sits on my lap and paws my jacket or sweater till I let her inside where its warm. There she cuddles up, starts to purr and goes to sleep................Trained!
There is no doubt who is the boss in my house. And it aint me.
Is this the origin of the phrase "p#ssy whipped"?