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Megapozitiv: Funny story about taming lions and their owners
Cats - independent and proud creatures to dictate their will which is like to struggle with the elements. Writer Elena Mikhalkov shared touching story about his restless cat Makar, through which you can find an answer to the burning question: "Do cats are amenable to suggestion?". Details under the cut ...
There is a cat. The cat ten kilograms.
There bed. The bed upholstered high back width of 10-15 centimeters.
And there are cat owners who sleep on this bed.
At night, the cat jumps on the back of the bed and goes to her. At night the cat promenade. But as a cat in a past life was a cow and some particularly suffered in the present incarnation, on the fourth-fifth salable he loses his balance and squab down.
If I'm lucky, the cat falls nearby. If you have no luck, landing on my head ten kilograms of cat and somehow always ass.
Question: how to wean the cat out of this habit?
Were tried:
- Sticky tape laid out on the headboard. (In the end, they tore off from midnight opoloumevshego cat, a little without his scalp have left).
- Unloved cat scent of ylang-ylang. (The cat spat on what flavor of his least favorite).
- Tangerine peel in large quantities (Cote disgust posshibat skin on my head, fell in behind them himself).
What else can you do? With bryzgalki under the pillow I was asleep. The cat runs away, then comes back.
Photo cat to realize the extent of the problem is applied.
I like simple and easy to implement ideas. Therefore, proposals to nail the ledge to the bed, to the cat, to my mind, it was convenient to her fall, had been postponed until later.
First, I took a child of six balloons, inflated and pimpochku squeezed between the wall and the bed. It was very nice. My husband and I admire them and went to bed.
In the middle of the night he slammed a shot. Awake, I decided that the husband shot the cat (though the only weapon in our house - a water pistol). When the light is turned on, the cat was sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of blue ball and squinted irritably. He was given a kick balls and moved back to sleep. This was our strategic error proves how little we know about cats.
The second and third balls he blew up twenty minutes later and rode off, laughing derisively. My husband asked me to urgently remove all and end today with the experiments. While I hid the balls in the closet, the cat crept up to the largest and banged on it with his paw.
The net result: minus four ball, minus two hours of sleep, minus eight meters of nerve fibers for two adults. Plus fun cat.
In the middle of the night he slammed a shot. Awake, I decided that the husband shot the cat (though the only weapon in our house - a water pistol). When the light is turned on, the cat was sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of blue ball and squinted irritably. He was given a kick balls and moved back to sleep. This was our strategic error proves how little we know about cats.
The second and third balls he blew up twenty minutes later and rode off, laughing derisively. My husband asked me to urgently remove all and end today with the experiments. While I hid the balls in the closet, the cat crept up to the largest and banged on it with his paw.
The net result: minus four ball, minus two hours of sleep, minus eight meters of nerve fibers for two adults. Plus fun cat.
That's the way he looked at us in the morning, while we were trying to make breakfast with shaking hands.
So, I had the problem that I have come into the community.
After the foil balls did not work, I began to think the other way: how not to let the cat in the bedroom at night.
The first was used repeller cats. Unfortunately, the cat did not understand that it is deterrent. But I understand the man who frowned, sniffed, and finally asked to ventilate the room. So I now have a deterrent husbands who need to - I can give.
About the same folly turned basin of water. We have set it with the expectation that the cat will splash around and forget about the bed (he loves the water).
Calculation of justified half: cat lapped, but do not forget about the bed. At night, he rode up to us, shaking paws wet. I sleepily thought they had twenty-two. Ten he stepped on my face, the other ran on the blanket and sheet. Finally loudly she kissed her husband's nose tknuvshis in his wet face, dripping with water.
After that, her husband said to hell with it, with the interior, it agrees on the shelf.
Brought evening lacquered board with edge, fumbled two hours cursing an innocent Bed and finally prisobachil. I would say that it's better to have a cat falls than this figovina (out of it alive would be no one got). But she looked at her husband's face and decided to remain silent. Okay, I think, go to sleep one night - and then I wanted her from sin.
In addition, before going to bed and ran to the child she sketched her their toys. I waved and did not swear, because it reflects who relatives will raise the child if we bury under the shelf.
(I must say that I was worried for nothing: as it turned out, my husband nailed it on the conscience).
At night the cat went on the shelf. Imposingly I walked to the middle of the shelf and touched one of the paw of toys.
It turned out to be an interactive hamster ", Ms Zhu Pets".
The touch of the cat's paws hamster involved. Enlistment exclaimed: "Abuzyuyuyuyuyu-za!" And ran to the cat, glowing with love.
I'd love to tell about what happened next. But I will not lie: we have not seen. And anyway the cat up in the morning is no longer seen. Hamster reached the edge of the shelf and suicides, like lemmings, jumping from a cliff into a basin of water.
Result: we removed the shelf.
On the back of the bed now sits sentry hamster.
The cat does not go into the room. And if he happens to see a hamster in a half-open door, it swells to the size of Pallas' cat and retreats in horror.
Here it is, our hero and savior.
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Source: eilin-o-connor.livejournal.com
There is a cat. The cat ten kilograms.
There bed. The bed upholstered high back width of 10-15 centimeters.
And there are cat owners who sleep on this bed.
At night, the cat jumps on the back of the bed and goes to her. At night the cat promenade. But as a cat in a past life was a cow and some particularly suffered in the present incarnation, on the fourth-fifth salable he loses his balance and squab down.
If I'm lucky, the cat falls nearby. If you have no luck, landing on my head ten kilograms of cat and somehow always ass.
Question: how to wean the cat out of this habit?
Were tried:
- Sticky tape laid out on the headboard. (In the end, they tore off from midnight opoloumevshego cat, a little without his scalp have left).
- Unloved cat scent of ylang-ylang. (The cat spat on what flavor of his least favorite).
- Tangerine peel in large quantities (Cote disgust posshibat skin on my head, fell in behind them himself).
What else can you do? With bryzgalki under the pillow I was asleep. The cat runs away, then comes back.
Photo cat to realize the extent of the problem is applied.
I like simple and easy to implement ideas. Therefore, proposals to nail the ledge to the bed, to the cat, to my mind, it was convenient to her fall, had been postponed until later.
First, I took a child of six balloons, inflated and pimpochku squeezed between the wall and the bed. It was very nice. My husband and I admire them and went to bed.
In the middle of the night he slammed a shot. Awake, I decided that the husband shot the cat (though the only weapon in our house - a water pistol). When the light is turned on, the cat was sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of blue ball and squinted irritably. He was given a kick balls and moved back to sleep. This was our strategic error proves how little we know about cats.
The second and third balls he blew up twenty minutes later and rode off, laughing derisively. My husband asked me to urgently remove all and end today with the experiments. While I hid the balls in the closet, the cat crept up to the largest and banged on it with his paw.
The net result: minus four ball, minus two hours of sleep, minus eight meters of nerve fibers for two adults. Plus fun cat.
In the middle of the night he slammed a shot. Awake, I decided that the husband shot the cat (though the only weapon in our house - a water pistol). When the light is turned on, the cat was sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of blue ball and squinted irritably. He was given a kick balls and moved back to sleep. This was our strategic error proves how little we know about cats.
The second and third balls he blew up twenty minutes later and rode off, laughing derisively. My husband asked me to urgently remove all and end today with the experiments. While I hid the balls in the closet, the cat crept up to the largest and banged on it with his paw.
The net result: minus four ball, minus two hours of sleep, minus eight meters of nerve fibers for two adults. Plus fun cat.
That's the way he looked at us in the morning, while we were trying to make breakfast with shaking hands.
So, I had the problem that I have come into the community.
After the foil balls did not work, I began to think the other way: how not to let the cat in the bedroom at night.
The first was used repeller cats. Unfortunately, the cat did not understand that it is deterrent. But I understand the man who frowned, sniffed, and finally asked to ventilate the room. So I now have a deterrent husbands who need to - I can give.
About the same folly turned basin of water. We have set it with the expectation that the cat will splash around and forget about the bed (he loves the water).
Calculation of justified half: cat lapped, but do not forget about the bed. At night, he rode up to us, shaking paws wet. I sleepily thought they had twenty-two. Ten he stepped on my face, the other ran on the blanket and sheet. Finally loudly she kissed her husband's nose tknuvshis in his wet face, dripping with water.
After that, her husband said to hell with it, with the interior, it agrees on the shelf.
Brought evening lacquered board with edge, fumbled two hours cursing an innocent Bed and finally prisobachil. I would say that it's better to have a cat falls than this figovina (out of it alive would be no one got). But she looked at her husband's face and decided to remain silent. Okay, I think, go to sleep one night - and then I wanted her from sin.
In addition, before going to bed and ran to the child she sketched her their toys. I waved and did not swear, because it reflects who relatives will raise the child if we bury under the shelf.
(I must say that I was worried for nothing: as it turned out, my husband nailed it on the conscience).
At night the cat went on the shelf. Imposingly I walked to the middle of the shelf and touched one of the paw of toys.
It turned out to be an interactive hamster ", Ms Zhu Pets".
The touch of the cat's paws hamster involved. Enlistment exclaimed: "Abuzyuyuyuyuyu-za!" And ran to the cat, glowing with love.
I'd love to tell about what happened next. But I will not lie: we have not seen. And anyway the cat up in the morning is no longer seen. Hamster reached the edge of the shelf and suicides, like lemmings, jumping from a cliff into a basin of water.
Result: we removed the shelf.
On the back of the bed now sits sentry hamster.
The cat does not go into the room. And if he happens to see a hamster in a half-open door, it swells to the size of Pallas' cat and retreats in horror.
Here it is, our hero and savior.
--img12--
Source: eilin-o-connor.livejournal.com
