I can’t believe how dark it is in the mornings now. Combined with heavy Nova Scotia fog, the morning darkness makes for an eerie atmosphere. If I was more paranoid I don’t know how comfortable I would have been with Shiva out on the empty streets. It was the perfect setting for a horror movie. It’s a good thing my imagination doesn’t switch on until after seven am.
I bring up the darkness as a way of apologizing for the poor lighting in the video I am about to show you. In the future, I am going to have to find a better time of day to film. But I didn’t want to wait one more moment to show you the progress I have made in teaching my cat to sit.
It has taken the two of us a long time to get to this point. I am proud of myself for sticking with it despite the massive amounts of adversity I had to face. I will not lie, it’s been a battle. At times, I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive.
The Cat already wasn’t my biggest fan. Making him work for his treats is just one more reason for him to plot my death. Right now I am positive he is downstairs putting a curse on my pillow. Don’t let those ridiculously long whiskers fool you. Inside that fuzzy little face is the mind of a cold-blooded killer. Just keep that in mind as you watch this.
I’d also like you to keep in mind that my house isn’t always this messy.
Okay, so it is. Who am I kidding? Authentic blogging, right here.
The easiest place to get him to sit is on top of his cat furniture. I have had success getting him to do it on the floor but only when Shiva isn’t around. I’d thought she was distracted enough with her breakfast to leave us alone. She must have suspected something and wolfed it faster than usual.
Of course, it’s all about the treats. He won’t sit for just anything. I tried all of his favourites: canned fish, small pieces of chicken, turkey. Oddly, the only thing he’ll work for with any reliability is Whiskas Temptations. Or, as I call them, cat twinkies. Our cat is clearly a junkfood addict. I don’t know exactly what’s in them and I don’t really want to know. It would probably just make me feel like the worst cat owner ever for purchasing them.
I am determined to get him sitting faster – maybe even without the treat bag waved in front of his face. Ambitious, I know. Once we’ve got it nailed, I am bringing out the leash.
Mwahahahaha! (If you don’t hear from me within a week, assume The Cat finally got his revenge.)