Tuesday, June 22, 2010
We got them home and had a little panic.... the male (the orange one) kept biting my son... hard! He (my son) was in tears, since that was what he thought of as "his" cat. I talked with my mom and my husband, and I decided that I would return him the next day (the cat, not the husband). The shelter was open on Sunday, so I called. And called. And called. For whatever reason, no one picked up, and it did not roll to their answering machine. (My husband, ever the conspiracy theorist, says they probably use caller ID and make sure no recent adopters can get through, in case they have simple "adopter's remorse".) I didn't want to just show up with him, but he continued to bite and claw and terrorize the other kitten. We decided to wait until Monday. In the mean time, I did some research on the web about this behavior.
Now, I've had cats before. "Training a cat" is a laughable phrase. I mean seriously - my two tortie girls may have trained ME, but I never trained them to do a thing, as much as I tried. But I found a method to stop kittens from biting, and you know what? It worked. (Just a matter of giving a loud shout when he bites, then pausing and not playing with him for a couple of seconds. Repeat as necessary.) Within a couple of tries, he was really starting to get it. So I had to think.... things happen for a reason. He is now an absolute sweetheart.
So, here is Marney.....
This little girl is Smokey.....
I forgot how busy kittens keep you, and how everything on every surface (and I mean everything) that isn't nailed down ends up on the floor. Ahhhhh, babies!
One last pic: