Arinelle
Savannah Super Cat
So I have had Ayanai now for four wonderful months. She has been rather good at not developing any terrible habits that I haven't been able to deter. Her fondness for hair ties is solved by locking them in a box in the bathroom. Her delight in playing with objects from the trash is ended by taking it out regularly. But then we have drinking straws, you know...the ones you get from fast food places. She has mastered the art of stealing them and removing the lid...spilling the contents everywhere.
I try and keep them close to me where I can shoo her off. Twice I have failed. The first time I came home from work to find she had spilled one all over the bed that I had refilled with water the night before and forgotten on the nightstand. Thank goodness it was just water. But I didn't catch her in the act and there wasn't much I could do. Then she repeats the offense today. I left my sweet tea on the table (where she KNOWS she isn't allowed) and was playing the piano maybe 6 feet away. Suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of a plastic straw being batted around, turn around to see my tea flowing off the table onto the chair and pooling on the floor. Ayanai is having the time of her life playing near the flood with her prize.
I yell and jump up to try and catch her before she runs off...yeah that didn't work. She didn't go too far though, just stopped on the stairs to oogle wide eyed at the flowing liquid. I manage to grab her by the scruff of the neck and we march upstairs. I put her in Lyra's kennel and lock the door. I return downstairs to clean up the mess with a towel and mourn the loss of my beloved tea that I only had a few swallows of. I am serenaded by the acoustic resonations of a poor mistreated savannah who knows nothing of a life outside a cage.
After the mess has been cleaned up, I look at the time, yeah it's almost been 5 minutes. I go upstairs and let her out, she is quiet as a mouse and seems very demure as she slowly exits the cage. I am now being followed around and showered with affection. Has she learned her lesson? Probably not, however I have a valuable new method of discipline at my disposal should the need arise again.
Yes, it was the first time I had locked her in a cage as punishment.
I try and keep them close to me where I can shoo her off. Twice I have failed. The first time I came home from work to find she had spilled one all over the bed that I had refilled with water the night before and forgotten on the nightstand. Thank goodness it was just water. But I didn't catch her in the act and there wasn't much I could do. Then she repeats the offense today. I left my sweet tea on the table (where she KNOWS she isn't allowed) and was playing the piano maybe 6 feet away. Suddenly hear the unmistakable sound of a plastic straw being batted around, turn around to see my tea flowing off the table onto the chair and pooling on the floor. Ayanai is having the time of her life playing near the flood with her prize.
I yell and jump up to try and catch her before she runs off...yeah that didn't work. She didn't go too far though, just stopped on the stairs to oogle wide eyed at the flowing liquid. I manage to grab her by the scruff of the neck and we march upstairs. I put her in Lyra's kennel and lock the door. I return downstairs to clean up the mess with a towel and mourn the loss of my beloved tea that I only had a few swallows of. I am serenaded by the acoustic resonations of a poor mistreated savannah who knows nothing of a life outside a cage.
After the mess has been cleaned up, I look at the time, yeah it's almost been 5 minutes. I go upstairs and let her out, she is quiet as a mouse and seems very demure as she slowly exits the cage. I am now being followed around and showered with affection. Has she learned her lesson? Probably not, however I have a valuable new method of discipline at my disposal should the need arise again.
Yes, it was the first time I had locked her in a cage as punishment.