It has been 240 days since my imprisonment. Don't let the Wardens know, but I may be living my best life and the cat distribution system may have worked magic, even if Tigris calls me a garbage cat.
I have decided I trust the Man Warden the best, just like I like Styx the best. Maybe I just like guys better. So this has put the training burden on Man Warden. Apparently I have heard whispers of a goal of letting my nails be cut (that sounds terrible).
So here is the training he is doing with me.
Taking treats off his lap in the chair.
Taking food off the dining room table.
Taking treats off his lap on the floor, on a blanket.
Now, in case you are worried I am too domestic now, I am keeping my fierce side.
Jack-O-Lanie - Prisioner #3
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteIt is good to see you and the Man forming a bond, Lanie... long may it suit you both. Let it not be binned because of nail clippings... hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx