Training a cat is probably like training an Irish Setter. Maybe easier. OK 2 stories. I'm sitting at the dinner table when this frickin cat jumps up on the table and proceeds to take his paw and "paw" at a chicken leg I was eating. Christmas eve I glanced towards the kitchen and who's on top of the counter helping herself to shrimp??? Daughters cat. Both times this occurred at daughters house. Gee I think I'll be back though. Then again, I'm not sure because their labradoodle has a habit of eating...never mind and then likes to give kisses. I think I'll just rest in my lead paint infested home with pesticides, herbicides, and cyanides.
I'm not giving you a hard time, well maybe, but animals lovers are a strange breed. Wait and see what we go through when one is gone. I've got a Marley & Me that I could KILL. But I love her to death.
