Pilot
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As a kitten, he followed us home "Can you keep me?" He likes to be vacuumed. And he likes to be thumped.
We were on a walk and heard a kitten crying from across the highway. Checked him out, about 12 weeks old, wearing a collar. Checked at nearby houses and they all denied owning him. Probably lied. He followed us home, a mile walk. Then stayed on the porch. Foolishly, we gave him some food left over from a previous cat that fed herself to the coyotes. For 2 weeks he hung around and my wife decided she wanted to keep him.
Like many critters he was afraid the the vacuum. We coiled the hose on the floor and gave him cat treats in the middle of the coil with the thing shut off. He got used to that. Then we plugged it in (a built in system, so it comes on when you plug the hose into a wall outlet) and it sucked while he cautiously went after treats lying in the middle of the coiled hose. He got comfortable with that. Then we attached the brush to the hose end, brushed him with it with the system off. Loved that. Then it was just one step to brushing him with the vacuum on. He loves it. Cuts down on the cat hair lying around.
Massage therapist at my chiropractor's office uses a "Vibracusser" on me. Has a big knob that thumps pretty hard. Works pretty well on tight tendons and muscles; I called it a thumper because that's how it feels. Turns out there is a massage tool called a Thumper. Has a couple knobs about the size of a golf ball and they vibrate pretty seriously. Bought one off Ebay. When I started to use it the cat seemed interested and now whenever I plug it in, he comes running, yells at me and insists I hold it out for him, rubs against it while those knobs thump away.
In the morning he sits at the bottom of the stairs and yells at us. After awhile his bladder gets just too full and he races upstairs to his sandbox.
One more thing. He can tell time. At about 8 pm, we often plop in front of the tube and toss some treats for him. He knows when it is 8 o'clock. If we don't head for the couch soon after, he starts yelling at us--which is what has happened this evening. I'm writing this, it's 8:17 and for about 10 minutes he has been pestering us. We have a grandfather clock--maybe he counts the chimes? Naah, he's not that smart.
He's weird.
We were on a walk and heard a kitten crying from across the highway. Checked him out, about 12 weeks old, wearing a collar. Checked at nearby houses and they all denied owning him. Probably lied. He followed us home, a mile walk. Then stayed on the porch. Foolishly, we gave him some food left over from a previous cat that fed herself to the coyotes. For 2 weeks he hung around and my wife decided she wanted to keep him.
Like many critters he was afraid the the vacuum. We coiled the hose on the floor and gave him cat treats in the middle of the coil with the thing shut off. He got used to that. Then we plugged it in (a built in system, so it comes on when you plug the hose into a wall outlet) and it sucked while he cautiously went after treats lying in the middle of the coiled hose. He got comfortable with that. Then we attached the brush to the hose end, brushed him with it with the system off. Loved that. Then it was just one step to brushing him with the vacuum on. He loves it. Cuts down on the cat hair lying around.
Massage therapist at my chiropractor's office uses a "Vibracusser" on me. Has a big knob that thumps pretty hard. Works pretty well on tight tendons and muscles; I called it a thumper because that's how it feels. Turns out there is a massage tool called a Thumper. Has a couple knobs about the size of a golf ball and they vibrate pretty seriously. Bought one off Ebay. When I started to use it the cat seemed interested and now whenever I plug it in, he comes running, yells at me and insists I hold it out for him, rubs against it while those knobs thump away.
In the morning he sits at the bottom of the stairs and yells at us. After awhile his bladder gets just too full and he races upstairs to his sandbox.
One more thing. He can tell time. At about 8 pm, we often plop in front of the tube and toss some treats for him. He knows when it is 8 o'clock. If we don't head for the couch soon after, he starts yelling at us--which is what has happened this evening. I'm writing this, it's 8:17 and for about 10 minutes he has been pestering us. We have a grandfather clock--maybe he counts the chimes? Naah, he's not that smart.
He's weird.
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