September 12th 2013 10:40 pm
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Mostly when I am outside and I hear my mum calling me I do go in. Sometimes it's funny to run to the little door and then hover just out of reach, giving it a good sniff and listening to her call me, trying to pretend she doesn't mind if I come in or not, only for cats that do there's treats.
And here we come to the important thing. The reason I come in is because I get treats when I do. I am not interested in the "What a good boy!" I run straight to my treat drawer and wait.
Sure enough mum slides the door open, out comes a bag and there are my treats. We both know if it wasn't for the treats I probably wouldn't come.
So there we were last night and mum gave me some chicken Dreamies. I gave them a sniff.
"I don't like those ones."
She looked at me in dismay.
"You did this morning." I could see her brain working overtime. If I didn't get treats I liked would I come when called? She riffled in the drawer again.
"How about a kitty stick?" she broke one up for me. I sniffed it.
More riffling. "How about crunchy fish?"
I sniffed them.
"Your offering is acceptable" and started munching my way through my feast. For this is the genius part. If I had accepted the first option I would just have had the Dreamies, now I had three piles of goodies to work through. Of course I love chicken dreamies - along with kitty sticks and crunchy fish. I gobbled up the lot.
Josie, who is generally to be found within a few feet of my mum, doesn't get three little heaps of treats (although she did get some.) That is what makes me a genius cat!
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Wow, you are a genius. Excellent plan.
You are truly devious!
Thank you. I am pretty proud of myself. Of course if mum would let me roam at will I wouldn't be able to do that but there's no budging her on that one so I deserve the treats.
What a brilliant plan Toby! I love how you think!