Post 694: takes one to know one.. a sneak attack on Andy

Remember this photo from yesterday? That’s Andy giving me that “don’t think you have me cornered, bub!” look that tells me he is ready to escape and evade everything from his daily dose of medicine to a little “wuvving”.

Andy challenges me to catch him with this look….

He can be a rascal to pin down, as anyone following this blog knows.

Andy resting after he and Dougy chased each other.

Andy, on another day, resting on arm of the recliner.

Yes, today Andy was resting on the arm of the recliner, not paying attention to me, quietly grooming his paws and face, when I snatched him up and took him into the dining room to give him his daily dose of medicine! Woo hoo!

So he is medicated for the day. He will learn quickly, if he hasn’t already, that “medicine time” moved from noonish to breakfast time because he managed to escape and evade his daily dose too frequently at the later time.

Sorry, Andy, but it looks like you have to take medicine for life. Yeah, I’m thrilled, too! 🙁

Post 485: Every cat has his day. Today it’s Andy’s day.

Dougy’s asleep, having “worked” the night shift last night. Andy, on the other hand, is wound up today. He’s vocalizing, running all over the apartment, and generally acting like he wants someone, anyone to play with him. This post, so, will be brief. Andy needs a play partner. NOW!

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Don’t worry! I’ll try to catch Dougy to take some photos, and we’ll have an all Dougy day. There have been accusations in past that maybe I favor one of my cats over the other…!

Incidentally, Andy got his medicine very early today. He misjudged how crafty I am, and I caught him without fuss. Yes, once captured, he was a very good boy. Naturally, he got treats after I stroked his head and told him what a good boy he was.

Post 471: waiting game

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!

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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!

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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.