October 3, 2011

We let them out into the living room when we are home, and can keep an eye on them. They have a wonderful time exploring the big open spaces... They haven't quite got their "Tile Feet" under them yet... zoom along at top speed, and then fish-tail around the corner.. quite funny.

I dug out an old spray water bottle that we've had under the bathroom sink for years. Cleaned out and filled with water, it was ready for the disciplinary squirt to discourage unacceptable behavior. Sure enough both of them (they like to work together; can do more damage that way) hopped up on the coffee table. Sandy tells them no in a harsh voice first, and puts them down. After a few more times, it's time to break out the squirt bottle.

She takes aim, tell them no, and pulls the trigger...nothing. Squirt..Squirt..Squirt..Squirt.. nothing...it doesn't work. So here's my wife, leaning over the cats, frantically trying to get the bottle to squirt. And the two cats just sitting there (still on the table), looking up at her with a look on their faces like she's some kind of idiot. I'm dying. She finally gets it to squirt, though now it's not at the cats.