So our little Desmond is a perfectly naughty cat--who loves going outdoors. So, not feeling it is safe enough to do the "outdoor cat" thing, we've gotten him used to outdoor time with us on a harness.
But just now, as I was setting up a slow cook barbecue as my contribution to an engagement party this weekend, the little devil must have slipped past me. I thought I was careful. I had no clue he got out.
But then I look out the kitchen window and I see my little hunter.
"Catching" him is possible, but there is no guarantee. And it can take awhile, depending on his mood.
Here is where human intelligence, Dr Pavlov, and the art of good eating come together.
Since we adopted Desmond, in addition to calling him with a codeword that's so silly I dare not say it. I have also rung a little dinner bell.
So we I saw him outside, instead of PANIC!, I cut up a little dark meat turkey, openen the back door, rang the bell, and he was in like a flash!
Pavlov didn't win a Nobel prize for nuttin'
Bill
But just now, as I was setting up a slow cook barbecue as my contribution to an engagement party this weekend, the little devil must have slipped past me. I thought I was careful. I had no clue he got out.
But then I look out the kitchen window and I see my little hunter.
"Catching" him is possible, but there is no guarantee. And it can take awhile, depending on his mood.
Here is where human intelligence, Dr Pavlov, and the art of good eating come together.
Since we adopted Desmond, in addition to calling him with a codeword that's so silly I dare not say it. I have also rung a little dinner bell.
So we I saw him outside, instead of PANIC!, I cut up a little dark meat turkey, openen the back door, rang the bell, and he was in like a flash!
Pavlov didn't win a Nobel prize for nuttin'
Bill