Dog training II

Dog training decidedly patchy.  Leo now races to the door when I arrive home and looks satisfyingly pleased but without all the panting and leaping about that you’d get from a puppy.  Lily takes her time, pads around the corner and regards me “Oh it’s you. No surprises there, then.”

On the dog-like side, Leo nicks cheesy nibbles and had a furtive sip of g&t the other night.  At least he nicks half a cheesy nibble and doesn’t woof the whole bowl as a puppy undoubtedly would.

Got him to sit yesterday twice in a row for nano-smidgeons of cheese.  Mind you, might have been coincidence.

Lily’s getting very adept at passing the foil ball by smacking it with her mitten-like front paws.

The simple task of changing the bed thrilled the kittens, who treated it as a big bouncy playground.  Still, that’s fine.  You’re only young once.

It remains tricky to get sharp pics as they move the minute I get the camera on them but catching them when they have just woken from a snooze is the best time – just before the luxuriant stretching begins.



.                                                                                             Leo below,  Lily above



.                                                                                                                     Lily



.                                                                                                Leo below



.                                                                                                             Lily



Leo and The Paw


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21 Responses to Dog training II

  1. IsobelandCat says:

    Love the dangly paw in the last pic.
    You are obviously having a lot of fun.
    Are you aware they may be training you?
    Cat is always super-pleased when I get home. Don’t take any notice of that ‘independent’crap.
    Have you played tennis with them yet?
    Cat used to have a fantastic lob.

    • janh1 says:

      I am!! 😉 They’ve had lots of visitors this week and it turns out Leo is a bit of a wimp with people he doesn’t know – except those who ignore him completely. Lily, on the other hand, is a tart who loves men. She got into a state of total hypnotised bliss on the lap of son no 1 on Weds.

      We are mostly playing foil football at the moment and Lily is pretty decent at passing – with her huge mitten like paws.

      So how d’you play feline tennis? Getting them to hold the racket must be tricky… sorry! 🙂

  2. I can’t tell which one is which: is Leo under the covers and Lily above? They are so beautiful 😀

    Did they try to get into the duvet cover too? That’s a good game…….

    • janh1 says:

      Hi Sophie. I should caption them. Mostly Leo under and Lily above. There’s one of Lily reclining in luxury too.

      It’s quite hard getting any work done while they’re playing, so no, I turfed them out while I wrestled with the duvet cover!!

  3. Darrel Kirby says:

    I really should stop showing my wife your blog before I end up with another cat!
    The one we have is useless – I tried to train him: you’d think as he spends all that time outside he could at least do a bit of light weeding or cut the grass, but he still hasn’t got the hang of using the lawnmower.
    Neither use nor ornament! Well, OK, some ornamental properties.

  4. Jan says:

    The lawnmower is way too big for a cat unless he is a Big Cat in which case he could make tiger stripes on the lawn.

    He might trim the catmint for you if you ask him nicely? 😉

    Now you’ve mentioned him, a blog with a pic would be nice…

  5. IsobelandCat says:

    Well maybe racquetless tennis would be a better description. More like when you were a kid and wrapped your fist in the end of your jumper for rounders. You throw bits of silver paper; screwed up window envelopes; whatever and the cat whacks them back at you. WE used to play stair tennis quite a lot, but I noticed that I was always ballgirl and had the task of running up and down while Cat lay with his paw dangling through the banisters. So then it became chair tennis, or bed tennis. My favourite photograph of him was taken during a game of chair tennis, but it’s pre-digital, and I still haven’t worked out how to use the scanner…

    • Jan says:

      Sounds promising, Isobel. 🙂 Lily’s definitely the ball girl. Terrific dribbling skills with her big mitten paws. So far only what can loosely be described as footie but I will aim for tennis and maybe, in the fullness of time, we could even attempt beach volleyball! 😀 Don’t tell anyone, obviously. They’ll think I’m nuts.

  6. IsobelandCat says:

    I’ve just been talking to my friend in the US. She had a cat with extra toes called Biff. I should have asked her about his skills with balls. Oh dear that sounds a bit rude.
    I mainly remember him being ambushed by her other cat, who was called Moose and was more solid…

    • Jan says:

      Biff? Love it! People have just great names for cats. Moose has to be more solid really.

      A visiting mog who used to invade a friends’ house through the catflap and eat my friends’ cats’ food, was mainly white with a distinctive black moustache. They called him Kitler.

  7. Sophiescott says:

    You need to check out for other Kitlers.

    New photo of them? Gorgeous!

    I think you’ll find they may do a bit of digging in the garden for you…… Although frequently the neighbours benefit instead 😀

  8. IsobelandCat says:

    A friend of a friend, who lived in a Welsh village, had a cat called Jones; Jones the Cat.

  9. IsobelandCat says:

    Can you explain that please Jan?

  10. Jan says:

    Sorry Isobel. I’d name him after Dylan Thomas’ Captain Cat, the old blind sea captain in Under Milk Wood. Visited Laugharne recently. The inspiration for Llareggub. Peaceful and real.

  11. IsobelandCat says:

    Ah, thank-you. If you read my morning haiku you will know why my brain is not functioning quite as it should…

  12. Pseu says:

    Kitler! I know I’m late but it made me larf.

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