They were four or five, maybe six months old when we brought them home. Watson hide in the basement for a week. The greys stayed under the couch most of the time. They came around eventually. Watson can be very demanding at times, but typically spends all day up on the bed. Mycroft will drape himself over my wife's shoulder for hours while she's on the computer, but he still runs from me. Sherlock and/or Mycroft will sometimes nap with me, but only balled up behind my knees. Anytime we go in the bathroom, Sherlock will jump up on the sink and look plaintively begging to have the water turned on a trickle so he can drink it. It doesn't matter if you just put a fresh bowl down, he wants to drink directly from the faucet.
Willow almost refuses to drink from their fountains or their bowl. She demands to be hand-watered in our bathroom sink. She won't drink from the stream, she needs us to cup the water in our palms and hold it up to her mouth.
It's not my fault! It's my housemate's, who will bend to every little whim each of those three little brats may demand.
When my cat is outside, he wants in. And when he's inside, he wants out. Often times, this happens immediately after being let in or out. Suggestions?
Yeah - ours only get to watch other kittehs from the screened porch. Our street isn’t busy but we’re not going to take any chances. Besides, there’s FIV out there.
Did she take well to that or did it require a lot of practice/training? I’m pretty sure our youngest one would love it but the other two probably wouldn’t ken well to it at all.
I used to take her down to explore my basement so she had a little training there. She's really good about it, in general, but every once in a while she wants to do something I don't want her and she has a difficult time accepting no. Kaylee used to go out in our back yard on a leash but has become a real chicken-sh*t. She's the definition of a scaredy cat! Sophie, I know she wants to go outside, but when I tested her in her harness in our basement she was able to slip out of it backward once. That's kinda scared me from taking her outside. I honestly don't think she'd run, but I'm not sure she'd come back right away and I don't want to take any chances the way people drive on this street. Many accelerate to go through the stop sign on our corner!
She is Egyptian, after all. We think, anyway. That, and I think cats are in cahoots with the mice (THHGTTG reference). The mice are the masters and the cats are the lab techs.
My cat only goes out supervised. At first he didn't go very far and was pretty easy to reign in, but once he realized the vastness of being outdoors, I had to get him a leash.