After the last time I posted about Moonpie, the WCE (Worst Cat Ever) I took some cat behavior advice from Alsoknownas and others, and encouragement from lots of you other folks. Together we may have saved his little cat butt from the Dreaded Ultimatum. Thank you.
You know. The one that goes You're gonna have to choose between Me or That Cat.
I've been there before, on the ultimatum-issuing side. Thankfully, that guy chose his stupid cats, all 4 of them, and I was gone like a freight train. Different time, different story.
So I understand the dynamic. My present and long-term guy, my BLP (Beloved Life Partner) says he is a Cat Guy. Well as long as they are well-behaved and sweet and out of the way and not touching his stuff. Like that goody goody Smudge, the Fuzzy Slipper.
The WCE is a mover and a shaker. He likes to touch things, see what happens. He says to himself, what if I poke it like this and pat it like this and stuff it under the door like so.. uh oh that big clear thing on the counter fell over and flew so nicely and yikes! made a big noise and now there are lots of sharp shiny things all over the floor again...I'm going to saunter away now and pretend I had nothing at all to do with that mess...
So we started teaching him what was acceptable behavior and what was not, and we learned what kinds of temptations absolutely need to be avoided. No water glasses left alone on counters to fend for themselves, for instance. Immediate consequences for unwanted behavior. (The grab and growl, I call it, with a big NO at the end)
Right after my last post and before any positive change was evident, my BLP had a meltdown. The WCE had 3 feet out the door. I was making calls to see if I could find him another home. Fortunately, things calmed down almost immediately and lo and behold, the kitty showed that he was smart enough to do the right thing. He stopped whatever Bad Thing he was doing when asked to, often on the first request, but sometimes on the second. That is huge, let me tell you.
Also, you may have noticed that errant white whisker over his right eye is no longer there. Tr ig seemed to think it was adding to his evil nature and he could have been right. The hair is gone, and I did NOT pull it out. Neither did the BLP.
Yes, I am sure.
So now my boy is on Probation and there is an uneasy peace between him and the BLP. Even the Fuzzy Slipper doesn't cry rape quite as enthusiastically as she used to when he wants to play.
He is 8 months old today.
Wish us luck!