I Talk to My Cat
Right now I'm home all the time while my husband is working. He has his cat and I have mine. We got them a year apart from each other and it's weird how JP has definately chosen to be my kitty and Frank is completely my husbands. Both cats are boys and complete best friends with each other. I talk to both of them during the day.
A couple of weeks ago hubby was trying to get my kitty, JP, up on the bed. He was patting the bed and saying "Come on" and JP wouldn't budge even though he was staring at my husband intently. I told him "UP". He immediately jumped up on the bed. So I've been teaching the kitties different words and they respond. My husband thought that was really weird. JP also knows the word "Bed" and will start meowing and running for the bedroom. In the evenings my husband will call and tell me he's on his way home. So I pass this information on to Frank. Frank will sit in front of the door like a faithful dog never taking his eyes off the door. Frank, the smaller kitty, thinks he is a "Big Kitty". He IS the ruler of the house. He doesn't like being told he's cute or sweet. He's a little bad *** and he knows it. JP, my big siamese, is "the Tiny Baby Kitten". He's a huge lap kitty with a big motor. JP will only purr for me and Frank will only purr for my husband. It's really weird. I think JP was abused by a man early in his life, possibly while his mom was carrying the litter. He always needs to be protected. They have their FAVORITE treats which I refer to as "Kitty Crack". They know what that means too. A woman at the store had to see what I was buying though when I told my husband to make sure we bought some "Kitty Crack".
I sometimes think they understand more than most people I know. I know that I prefer their company. I can tell them anything too and they won't share my secrets with anyone.
Another thing I have always done with our cats is to leash train them as kittens. I drove a huge U Haul truck down here from across the country with 3 cats (one passed early this year), and each time I would stop, people would stare as I took them out and walked them on leashes. I would then walk them back to the truck and say, "UP" and they would jump back up and get in their carriers. I felt like a traveling sideshow. I think cats are smarter than most people give them credit for.
A couple of weeks ago hubby was trying to get my kitty, JP, up on the bed. He was patting the bed and saying "Come on" and JP wouldn't budge even though he was staring at my husband intently. I told him "UP". He immediately jumped up on the bed. So I've been teaching the kitties different words and they respond. My husband thought that was really weird. JP also knows the word "Bed" and will start meowing and running for the bedroom. In the evenings my husband will call and tell me he's on his way home. So I pass this information on to Frank. Frank will sit in front of the door like a faithful dog never taking his eyes off the door. Frank, the smaller kitty, thinks he is a "Big Kitty". He IS the ruler of the house. He doesn't like being told he's cute or sweet. He's a little bad *** and he knows it. JP, my big siamese, is "the Tiny Baby Kitten". He's a huge lap kitty with a big motor. JP will only purr for me and Frank will only purr for my husband. It's really weird. I think JP was abused by a man early in his life, possibly while his mom was carrying the litter. He always needs to be protected. They have their FAVORITE treats which I refer to as "Kitty Crack". They know what that means too. A woman at the store had to see what I was buying though when I told my husband to make sure we bought some "Kitty Crack".
I sometimes think they understand more than most people I know. I know that I prefer their company. I can tell them anything too and they won't share my secrets with anyone.
Another thing I have always done with our cats is to leash train them as kittens. I drove a huge U Haul truck down here from across the country with 3 cats (one passed early this year), and each time I would stop, people would stare as I took them out and walked them on leashes. I would then walk them back to the truck and say, "UP" and they would jump back up and get in their carriers. I felt like a traveling sideshow. I think cats are smarter than most people give them credit for.