Some of you know by now that we have a F1 bengal sharing our home with us. She is quite the beauty and amazing in so many ways. I am often in awe of her. She is one of a kind and so tuned in to us, that it is almost weird. I can only attribute this to her blood being more than 50% Asian Leopard Cat.
Anyway, on to the story......
I'm on morning litter box duty in the house. Six K, aka "Clippy", is doing his level best to disrupt my work by jumping into the litterbox, spazing out and then tearing off. Returning and repeating every 5 seconds.
Great fun for him, mostly annoying for me. I should mention that Clippy is a 6 month old. He gets a huge kick out of getting me aggravated. lol.
After about 6 leaps into the litterbox, accompanied by insane facial expressions and litter explosions, I have had enough bengal fun. I reprimand him and remove him from the litterbox with a firm: NO!
This is met with the typical Clippy "yeah right, whatever" look and he repeats the same behavior. So I repeat my behavior.
Resistance is futile is his retort.
Clippy is less than impressed with my insistance that he leave me be while I clean the boxes and he does the bengal fake out, which is to pretend he's interested in something else until I let my guard down and then he pounces back into the litterbox.
By now I'm very aggravated and I grab him up and look him right in the eye with a nice firm NO! and place him on the floor.
Here's where my assistant comes in.
Bakula (the F1) to the rescue. She has been observing the spectacle from the sidelines and has decided that Clippy needs some bengal discpline. Just as Clippy is going to defy me once again, Bakula grabs him by his scruff, drags him out of the litterbox and hauls him 10 feet away into the kitchen.
As soon as she lets go, he runs right back and she's hot on his trail, grabs him again and drags him back along with a growl to let him know she means business.
He bails on the idea of a third try and finds something else to do, leaving me to clean the boxes in peace, while I praise and thank Bakula for her kind assistance.
Did Bakula know what she was doing? I'd sure like to think so. I wonder what motivated her?
Sensing my frustration with Clippy? Or keeping him out of trouble? Or was she just sick of him getting all the attention?
Anyway, on to the story......
I'm on morning litter box duty in the house. Six K, aka "Clippy", is doing his level best to disrupt my work by jumping into the litterbox, spazing out and then tearing off. Returning and repeating every 5 seconds.
Great fun for him, mostly annoying for me. I should mention that Clippy is a 6 month old. He gets a huge kick out of getting me aggravated. lol.
After about 6 leaps into the litterbox, accompanied by insane facial expressions and litter explosions, I have had enough bengal fun. I reprimand him and remove him from the litterbox with a firm: NO!
This is met with the typical Clippy "yeah right, whatever" look and he repeats the same behavior. So I repeat my behavior.
Resistance is futile is his retort.
Clippy is less than impressed with my insistance that he leave me be while I clean the boxes and he does the bengal fake out, which is to pretend he's interested in something else until I let my guard down and then he pounces back into the litterbox.
By now I'm very aggravated and I grab him up and look him right in the eye with a nice firm NO! and place him on the floor.
Here's where my assistant comes in.
Bakula (the F1) to the rescue. She has been observing the spectacle from the sidelines and has decided that Clippy needs some bengal discpline. Just as Clippy is going to defy me once again, Bakula grabs him by his scruff, drags him out of the litterbox and hauls him 10 feet away into the kitchen.
As soon as she lets go, he runs right back and she's hot on his trail, grabs him again and drags him back along with a growl to let him know she means business.
He bails on the idea of a third try and finds something else to do, leaving me to clean the boxes in peace, while I praise and thank Bakula for her kind assistance.
Did Bakula know what she was doing? I'd sure like to think so. I wonder what motivated her?
Sensing my frustration with Clippy? Or keeping him out of trouble? Or was she just sick of him getting all the attention?