Fabulous ! Why, in a few more days, he'll have you sleeping out in the garage, between the Honda and the Ducati
Yep - Ondine's got it right; always remember that the cat's in charge.
I've found that the attitude I take when I interact with my hisser makes a difference. Cats have senses we do not appreciate. If I approach Chester with assurance and confidence (plus the appropriate level of subservience), he seems less likely to take offense.
It's like with kids - your level of confidence gives them reassurance. You may be scared to death but you don't show them that.
I think to myself, "Listen, Bub, what's done is done. You're in your new home now, so we might as well make the best of it."
Square your shoulders and walk in with your head held high. You've done an amazing job by this cat and he will come to appreciate it.
And always remember who's (really) in charge.
Thank you! It was my mother's name. She never used it though - called herself "Pat." I love it and all the myths associated with it.
Yep - Ondine's got it right; always remember that the cat's in charge.
Seriously, don't worry about little setbacks; your patience will reward you in the end, and The Bug will too.
@Ondine - I love your user name. I don't know if it recalls the Henze / Ashton ballet, the Pugni / Perrot ballet or Bertrand's celebration of that woman on her balcony, contemplating the lake and the starry sky, but it's certainly evocative.
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Bob Schwartz' business is called, "Rainbow Daylily Garden," in East Hampton, NY. He's easy to find on the net, but winters in Mexico, so a reply might not be forthcoming until early Spring.
I know him well, and have for some decades - and do feel free to call me, "Joe." If any forum on the whole of the internet ever deserved to have its members - as warm and caring as they all are here - call one another by their given names, it's this one.
Do so if you have the chance; he's a thoroughly charming and curmudgeonly at once. Bob was the Director of The Ed Sullivan Show for many years, and he's a brilliantly funny fellow. His most recent book - How Did That Old Fart Get into My Mirror? - is positively hilarious.
Jackson would record a well-rehearsed conversation with The Bug's caretaker, tell you to ignore The Bug until feeding time, and hope that he approached you. Then Jackson would collect his fifty grand for a thirty minute show and ride off into the sunset.
Bugs also doing the one forward, two back. It's ok. Just chill out with him
