Cats need variety in their lives, too. Dougy and Andy are no exception.
Though they were eager players when I first gave them their “cat’s meow” toy for a birthday a year or two ago, they quickly learned they didn’t have to hop around like kangaroos and carry on like they were on speed the way the advertisement cats do! In fact, both lie down next to it to play with it…if they play.
I set it aside months ago when they showed signs of toy fatigue, but brought it out today on the chance it would be a fresh and fun toy again.
You’ve seen the post title. I suspect you know the result:
Andy woke up a bit more wily than usual today. I’ve tried to catch him unawares so I can give him his medicine, but…! That noted, I go into Phase 2: The waiting game.
I’m in no hurry to give Andy his medicine, but Andy is anxious to get the treats I give him afterwards. Devious, eh!? He’s stopped by my computer twice so far to let me know in his squeakiest “pathetic little kitten starving to death” voice that he’s prime for catching. Now, it’s up to me to be patient till he catches himself!
Let’s say I get in a rush, make a grab for Andy before the little cat’s “catchable”…. Yep, I add time to the eventual capture. Hours some days; minutes others. But more time.
A former pastor at my church talked about how he learned life lessons from the family cats, Large and Allegro, by observing and living with them. How true. Patience isn’t my forte, but I have to practice it if I want to catch my cat! Andy’s teaching me something about patience.
Speaking about the wee rascal, Andy is visible in the mirror. I can see him around the corner, by the front door. He’s exhibiting bored cat behavior: tail-chasing. He wants those treats. He wants them bad. He wants them…NOW!
I got up to see if I could catch Andy by the door, but he anticipated my plan. Good move, Andy! Under the dining room table always is a good strategy!
This is going to be a long process today, I suspect. Andy is a suspicious little cat, and he has good cause to be.