Why do I have pets again?
Aug. 30th, 2011 03:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jadedmusingsJack has this habit of knocking over the trash can, usually to get at his empty cans of cat food to make absolutely sure I have given him every tiny molecule of wet food. Yes, he's a cat. No, he's not so much of a cat that tipping over garbage can for scraps is beneath him. (This only serves as further proof he was a dog in his previous life, especially considering he chases other dogs off the property and acts like he's king of the castle.)
Apparently, he and Sasha have developed a system. Or maybe Sasha's just think she's clever. Whatever it is, whenever Jack has knocked over the trash can, Sasha has come to believe she won't be the one to get in trouble if she helps herself to the garbage. It's already knocked over and she can't help it if the food is right there. Jack was naughty first and that's all that should count, right?
Sasha never goes into the trash or knocks it over. She waits for Jack to do it and only then will she try to get at the food. Jack will at least keep the garbage contained to the kitchen, but Sasha--if I'm not home to pick up the can right away--will take her food to go and bring it into the living room or my bedroom.
But she's still not the one who knocked it over so she shouldn't be fussed at, okay? *sigh*
Other things Jack has apparently taught Sasha despite being younger by several months: How to pounce like a cat. Sam's witnessed this too. Sasha will lie down in the grass like a cat does prior to pouncing on some prey. She might even wiggle her butt a little bit before she leaps to pounce on Jack, who then promptly rolls onto his side to patiently wait while Sasha nuzzles his belly and chin. Yes, my fifty-pound Chow-mix pounces on our ten-plus pound kitty and the kitty loves it. They also groom each other. No joke.
My pets are weird.
...and now I have to go pick up the trash can again. Someone's getting put outside for a bit.
Apparently, he and Sasha have developed a system. Or maybe Sasha's just think she's clever. Whatever it is, whenever Jack has knocked over the trash can, Sasha has come to believe she won't be the one to get in trouble if she helps herself to the garbage. It's already knocked over and she can't help it if the food is right there. Jack was naughty first and that's all that should count, right?
Sasha never goes into the trash or knocks it over. She waits for Jack to do it and only then will she try to get at the food. Jack will at least keep the garbage contained to the kitchen, but Sasha--if I'm not home to pick up the can right away--will take her food to go and bring it into the living room or my bedroom.
But she's still not the one who knocked it over so she shouldn't be fussed at, okay? *sigh*
Other things Jack has apparently taught Sasha despite being younger by several months: How to pounce like a cat. Sam's witnessed this too. Sasha will lie down in the grass like a cat does prior to pouncing on some prey. She might even wiggle her butt a little bit before she leaps to pounce on Jack, who then promptly rolls onto his side to patiently wait while Sasha nuzzles his belly and chin. Yes, my fifty-pound Chow-mix pounces on our ten-plus pound kitty and the kitty loves it. They also groom each other. No joke.
My pets are weird.
...and now I have to go pick up the trash can again. Someone's getting put outside for a bit.
