Simon walks on a leash well. We discovered that last Tuesday when we went to the vets and then the pet store.
But now, I'm beginning to think he's possessed.
~He got a prescription for Drontal, and I offered him the pill. He took it from my hand, and ate it. I immediately gave him a treat, because that's a behavior I'd like to encourage.
~Late the other night, I was in bed. I awoke to the sounds of a flushing toilet. As I live alone, I immediately questioned whether or not I had actually heard it, and, if so, what sort of criminal would break into my house to use the toilet. After listening to it drain away, I got up, and looked around the door to the potty. Simon was there, apparently flushing the toilet...his two front paws were on the handle, and he was attempting to do it again.
~Another toilet thing...Simon likes to play in water. He'll take his toys, and drop them into the toilet bowl, then fish them out and bring them to me. On occasion, I've had to fish out a scrunchie he's deposited in the potty...and on more than one occasion, I've had a mysterious blockage....obviously I've not spotted something, used the potty, and flushed away a toy or a scrunchie.
~Telephones. Simon has become enamoured with the house phone answering machine, turning it on and off, usually when someone is trying to leave a message. He's displaced the phone handle several times, as well. And with my cell phone, if it's in my purse when it rings, Simon will go to my purse, dig through it, and pull out my cell. He has nosed it open, as well. It had already gone to VM, which is good, I suppose, but still. He also gets on my lap and he will merooooow into the phone's mouthpiece, regardless of my face being there. Always, the person on the other end asks: "Just what in heck was that!!!" so I have to explain it's my kitten.
~Conversations. He says something, I answer, he says something again, and I answer. I will ask him where is Pie or Esse, and he'll go right to where they are. Then he'll come back to me and merooooow, "Look, Mom, I found them!"
And so on.
Simon is just under 6 months old....
I've decided he's freakishly intelligent, but this is just a bit scary. Just thought I'd share about Simon again...
Best-
Michele
But now, I'm beginning to think he's possessed.
~He got a prescription for Drontal, and I offered him the pill. He took it from my hand, and ate it. I immediately gave him a treat, because that's a behavior I'd like to encourage.
~Late the other night, I was in bed. I awoke to the sounds of a flushing toilet. As I live alone, I immediately questioned whether or not I had actually heard it, and, if so, what sort of criminal would break into my house to use the toilet. After listening to it drain away, I got up, and looked around the door to the potty. Simon was there, apparently flushing the toilet...his two front paws were on the handle, and he was attempting to do it again.
~Another toilet thing...Simon likes to play in water. He'll take his toys, and drop them into the toilet bowl, then fish them out and bring them to me. On occasion, I've had to fish out a scrunchie he's deposited in the potty...and on more than one occasion, I've had a mysterious blockage....obviously I've not spotted something, used the potty, and flushed away a toy or a scrunchie.
~Telephones. Simon has become enamoured with the house phone answering machine, turning it on and off, usually when someone is trying to leave a message. He's displaced the phone handle several times, as well. And with my cell phone, if it's in my purse when it rings, Simon will go to my purse, dig through it, and pull out my cell. He has nosed it open, as well. It had already gone to VM, which is good, I suppose, but still. He also gets on my lap and he will merooooow into the phone's mouthpiece, regardless of my face being there. Always, the person on the other end asks: "Just what in heck was that!!!" so I have to explain it's my kitten.
~Conversations. He says something, I answer, he says something again, and I answer. I will ask him where is Pie or Esse, and he'll go right to where they are. Then he'll come back to me and merooooow, "Look, Mom, I found them!"
And so on.
Simon is just under 6 months old....
I've decided he's freakishly intelligent, but this is just a bit scary. Just thought I'd share about Simon again...
Best-
Michele
