Flambe has proven himself nothing if not adaptive.
He has found, for example, that trying to "dig" his way under the bed covers next to us at 6:30 in the morning will eventually result in one of us getting up. And that goes with good odds of getting fed gooshy food.
He also has found that playing in the wires behind my desk will result in my coming around the desk to stop him. So, now, he doesn't play with the wires; he just gently paws at the back of the desk, so it sounds like he's playing with the wires. I come around the desk, he bounds into the living room, and I play with him for a few minutes.
Who's training whom, here?
He has found, for example, that trying to "dig" his way under the bed covers next to us at 6:30 in the morning will eventually result in one of us getting up. And that goes with good odds of getting fed gooshy food.
He also has found that playing in the wires behind my desk will result in my coming around the desk to stop him. So, now, he doesn't play with the wires; he just gently paws at the back of the desk, so it sounds like he's playing with the wires. I come around the desk, he bounds into the living room, and I play with him for a few minutes.
Who's training whom, here?