#training cat

[thelearningcat]

To stop Storm from bothering me while I was trying to study, I decided to test the harness on him. He did not like. Refused to do anything but roll around on the floor.

[cosmicnat31]

Does anyone have any tips for training cats? My mom absolutely despises my cat Nala and I need to train her

She does not know her own name and we've had her for 3 years

She always scratches on doors to get our attention

She wakes my mom up really early in the morning

[phoenix-reburned]

Hey cat people I have a question. I just moved into my first apartment with my cat. He's a good boy but he has a habit of scratching at the carpet in front of doors he wants open. At the house we'd just open them for him to make him stop but I can't let him out at night since all of his stuff is in here. I also don't want him in my closet at night in case he tries to attack my dresses or shoes. Is there a way to train him out of this? Should I invest in those plastic door protectors? I put a rug on top of the area last night and it helped but I don't know how long it will last.

A picture of the boy as a thanks

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[deadheadheaven]

The activity that really defined this period [1985] for him [Garcia] though, was training his cat. He actually trained his cat to fetch.

Phil Lesh - Searching for the Sound (2005)

[naturepunk]

On Blackjack's Second Day in Portland.

Progress has been good. In working to socialize Blackjack, I've made a point of introducing him to new situations as often as possible while he's still young in order to get him accustomed to them. This will allow him to adapt better, so that as he grows, strange new sounds, smells, and people will become the norm for him. 

He freaked out only once today - when the hydraulics on the city bus hissed loudly as we passed, on the way to the salon. I swung by for a quick haircut, and all the employees took time to fawn over Blackjack. As usual, I asked if it was okay that he was with me before committing to their service, and they were happy to have him. He sat in my lap while the woman cut my hair. 

The bus was a little tricky today, since the bus driver was on break and therefore not in a hurry. Normally, I can sneak Blackjack onto the public transportation easily enough while he's fully visible because the drivers don't have time to bother arguing with me about him. 

This driver tried to tell me that he needed to be in a carrier. So I explained that Blackjack was a service animal, and that Tri-Met allowed them on the buses without one as a result. The driver seemed skeptical, but I assured him it was okay. He said he'd call and ask a superior while he took his break, then walked off.

I waited patiently on the bench nearby, and shortly, the bus driver returned with a bag of lunch food. He sat down beside me and we casually started talking about therapy animals, at which point he admitted that having two dogs helped him immensely in coping with stress from work. We chatted until his break had ended, then he opened the bus door. I figured that since he hadn't shooed me away, it was okay to board with Blackjack, and I was further impressed when he gave me a day pass free of charge. 

In Portland, I got off near the market. Blackjack was tucked inside my sweatshirt now, but as soon as he heard all the chaos around him, he climbed out into my arms. I held him against my chest, and by the time I made it to the crosswalk to meet up with Blue Whale, he'd perched himself on my backpack. 

Blue Whale was happy to see us. He and I walked around for a while before I got a call from Tiger, who was visiting Portland with his brother from Washington. Blue Whale agreed to wait for them while I swung by Hoodoo again to chat with Mike, and eventually, we all met up again and sat in the grass on the waterfront, where I was able to clip the leash onto Blackjack's harness to let him run around. 

I filled his water bowl and let him drink, then set out some of his food. He ate, drank, ran around a few circles, and then promptly scampered off to visit a group of hippies sitting in the lawn next to us. He jumped onto a young woman laying on her stomach, and though she was surprised, she laughed when I apologized. "No need to say sorry for something so cute!" and she cuddled him for a while until he came running back.

A Native American man was playing drums nearby and singing a haunting chant, which seemed uncannily natural in the Portland suburbs. This is by no means a 'normal' city. Anything goes here - even guys burning sage in giant abalone shells using a genuine golden eagle feather smudge fan. 

Naturally, Blue Whale wanted to get a closer look, so we relocated. Blackjack took a moment to dig in a patch of exceptionally long grass before pissing, then bunny hopped to catch up with me. 

He was mildly intimidated by the sound of the drum. But he nestled into my lap and meowed a few times before closing his eyes. 

When we left, I thanked the Native man, and Blackjack protested as we once again got up to relocate. This time, we were off to find food. 

Blackjack nuzzled him chest with his head as we stood at the nearest crosswalk. I took me a minute to realize that he was tired and wanted to sleep in my sweatshirt again. So I tucked him in and we walked off to Old Town Pizza. Blackjack slept soundly the whole time, and I only took him out of the sweatshirt to hand him off to Tiger so I could use the restroom on my own. 

When I got back, Blackjack was completely asleep. He'd gone limp to the point of looking like a ragdoll, and it was one of the cutest things I'd seen. Quickly, I snapped a photo before tucking him back into my sweatshirt.

After lunch, Blue Whale went his own way, and Tiger and his brother joined me once more at the waterfront. Blackjack was a little more awake now, but wasn't too keen on exploring anymore, so he played rollie pollie on his back while trying to nom my fingers. 

When he was bored, Tiger and his bro headed back to Eagle's apartment. I tucked Blackjack into my sweatshirt once more and headed home.