OT Cat:
>> Actually, he's right, Corey. How could you?
The pecking order in our little family is fairly clear.
Way up at the top is Alpha Becky.
I think I'm next in order of dominance.
Toby thinks he is.
It works out.
I tell Becky that I have to look for every possible opportunity to establish intellectual dominance over the cat, and she agrees that it must be a struggle.
I think my sleaziest move is to pretend to the cat that I don't understand what he wants when he goes to he box where we give him catnip, scratches on it, and makes demanding meows. I'm bad!
On the other hand, I'm cruel but fair when I put on shocked dismay when he does something that he KNOWS he shouldn't do. "I thought you KNEW better! How COULD you do THAT!!" To his credit, he usually hangs his head, because he is a very proper cat.
He only misbehaives to make a point, or if he hasn't had a scolding recently enough to feel sufficiently like a rascally scallywag. Since he's amazingly good-natured and co-operative, I used to not scold him enough.
I realized that once when I wasn't in the mood to yell at him harshly enough. That bothered him, so he got my attention and did it again ... so he could RUN AWAY in panic at my slight gesture, as if I had chased him with a squirt bottle and loud remonstrances. If his DUMB HUMAN didn't know the proper role, and when a scolding was due, HE would provide it, to show me the right way.
So now i watch more carefully for the little naughtinesses that mean he wants a scolding, I provide it, he bounds away happily, having "gotten away with something", then comes back later and is cocky but lovey-dovey.
I try to provide some rules that are easy for him to violate, that we don;t mind at all, so everyone can be happy.
I used to think the French phrase was "amor propre", meaning "loves propriety". Nope! I just looked up the spelling, and it means self-love or self-esteem. Oh, well!
When we were cat-shopping at the pound, there was a really little boy there, who was either a pound-groupie, or maybe his mother worked there. When we zeroed in on little Toby, ears almost biggertha his head, this little boy down at knee level looked up at us wisly, nodded, and said "that's a good one!" We took him at his word and have been happy since.