After a rousing performance last night, S came home drowsy and ready for a cup of chamomile tea. We were all in bed and lights out by 10:30. Party animals we are not!
Calico Cat obliged us and allowed us to sleep in by not yowing outside my door for her breakfast. Acutally, I think I may have trained her in this. When she first came to live with us, she was silent for a month. Then I took her to the vet for her shots, at which meeting she raged and cursed and spit and gashed a stripe down the hand of some young, pretty vet tech. She earned a skull and crossbones drawing on her new patient chart: a marked criminal.
Since that vet encounter, she has been yowly when she believes she has a need - starting at 4:30 am for breakfast. I am solidly a 6:30 am kind of girl these days, but a yowly cat can defeat my resolve and make me miserable by denying my sleep. Each time I checked, she had food in her dish, but not the right KIND of food.
My workaround solution: As soon as she uttered her first YOW, out she went into the garage. 4:30 am, 6 am - didn't matter, if it wasn't my time to officially get up to feed her, I WOULD get up and deal with her by putting her in a place I couldn't hear her.
I have done this 3 times. The YOW factor at oh-dark-hundred has virtually disappeared.
Did I really just train a cat? Or did she just train me to occasionally send her to the garage to check for R.O.U.S?
Either way, I am content.
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