It’s been a Bank Holiday here and the University I work for insists we take an extra closure day on the Tuesday, so it makes it a very long weekend.
It started well with the flip-flap being installed. I started training straight away. The window and door access was withdrawn and the flap in full flip for the day. Next came half-flap then only partial flappery. However, the boys have been reluctant to progress to full-flow flap access despite a few pushes in the right direction. However, they sit and watch while I push the door, hoping they will catch on. They do – they just wait until I’ve pushed the door open then go through the open flap. Now I’m back at work and a stay-over tomorrow, so training will resume at the weekend.
More when I get back from Bristol… it’s a 5am start again, this time it’s getting dark.
Really ML, you know us felines only go for self-service options in the food department! We have staff/slaves for everything else š
I’m wondering just who is training whom here? š
female staff says ‘muchos gracias’
You’re very welcome. xx
We still favour the dragging-something-tempting-like a-pampas-grass-stem-through-the-flappery method. What cat could resist something disappearing tantalisingly out of sight?
And we enjoy seeing the bipeds getting so much exercise…
Mind you it took Marmers a while to get it. I don’t think you’ll be surprised to hear thatš
I think you’re very hard on Marmers. He sounds as if he’s suffering from post-traumatic stress something-or-other. I’m surprised he doesn’t take to jumping onto heads when something goes bang.
I did try a tantalising toy-on-a-stick effort but Boris is only just learning how to play like-a-cat. Though he seems to be more determined than Spock who has resorted to hanging about by the window again. *sigh*
Och just wait till a Big Dog comes into your garden, or a Mean Lookin’ Pigeon flaps by- they’ll soon “learn ” how to come in the flip flap then..Fudge frequently bursts through the catflap, runs up the stairs and gets straight under the covers, the big feartie.. š
Spock did do that yesterday when he got a fright but didn’t realise what he did!! So hasn’t managed it since. In fact I had to rescue him from outside only an hour or so ago as I heard him squirking at the flap.
Boris, on the other paw, has cracked it and I’m now happy that he can flip and flap to his heart’s content.
Hooray for Boris! Spock must be your Marmers…
Squirking is a good word, I must think of a way to use that in a sentence.. š
Spock squirks, Boris squeaks – *normal* cats meow *sigh*
Beg your pudding ML, the rest of the feline population talks, some of us even shout (yes Socks I’m referring to you….)
Sorry Mia, I didn’t fully clarify – Meow is the original language. However, I’m sure the true translation is *direct* ie people talk, cats direct. I *think* that’s what the cat dictionary says. š
Meow-owl-ow-ow-squeakle-mrrp-prrrrrrp!
I don’t believe you – it can’t be *that* bad.
Miss mollie—mmmmeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppsssssssssss
Babinette—-pppppppppuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Oor Wullie—–snores and at the time of post–being very windy
purrrrr
from Socks and I quote ‘MEEOOW-OW-OW-OUT’
told you he shouted….
Mia you sound—-so elegant and dainty,socks sounds like the owner of my flats cat-just a tad -well i’m here take notice of me
Yes socks does like to make his presence felt/heard. š Thank you for your kind compliment taddoe, female staff has been heard to mutter ‘dainty’ huh that’ll be the day….whatever could she mean? purrr
She must be refurring to some other cat…
Off course that goes without saying—
thank you gentle folks for your kind support. š
Your welcomeš