Rod for my own back - Harry Cat

Rod for my own back

My little Harry cat is a sucker for a treat so when I trained him to give me a kiss for one, I was so chuffed with myself and Harry of course.

When people come round we show off our new trick as Harry stands on his back legs and I bend down towards him, with a wet nose onto mine as I give him a kissing noise and tell him what a good boy he is. ‘Aaahhhhh’, I hear you cry, ‘how sweet is that’. Well that is just what I thought.... until it all back fired.

Now when Harry fancies a treat he will hunt me down, if I happen to be at my desk or in an accessible place he will clamber over the computer, chair, another person, anything to be able to reach the treat button.... my nose.

Even as I type he is constantly pushing his nose onto mine waiting for the treat to appear. ‘I’m pushing the button mum, where is the treat, I’ll push it again, and again, and again, keep pushing it till it works!’

He’s no fool, he knows I will now do anything to stop his wet nose prodding me when I am working, watching the television, sleeping, on the telephone or even in company. He, he, he, h, h, ... ‘OKAY... you can have a treat if you just let me finish this’... that should keep him quiet for a few minutes, where was I... He is a complete sweetie and very bright.

I shall think twice before teaching him any other tricks in the future.

Copyright ©2014 Helen Hilliard

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Charlie cat: Fat boy slim

Charlie at his new door.

Several weeks passed with Charlie wearing his wrist watch around his neck and little or no fits occurred. His lower back was still very sore and dry, impossible to touch as it would send him on a fit again. His chicken diet was rather costly but we think he is worth it. His weight however seemed to be gaining rather than dwindling, if only we could place a small camera around his neck to see how many houses he was taking food from. 

I spoke to a few of our neighbours to ask if they would not leave food out for him and I even placed a big note on his collar stating: ‘NO FOOD PLEASE, I’M ILL!’ which he managed to remove regularly. All this seemed to have no effect at all: his chicken portions were getting smaller yet his waist was getting bigger! There were times Charlie would have an episode that was hard to contain soon after returning home. He had probably eaten something outside that upset him. I tried giving him more chicken, hoping he would have his fill and not go scrounging….. alas, I found him struggling to waddle home full to bursting, he even stopped jumping over the fence; too much effort for the fat boy. Toffee cat next door stopped running away from him, he just meandered as Charlie was soooo slow at chasing him.

He had taken to sitting outside the cat flap waiting for us to open the door for him; surely he was not so fat he struggled to fit through? I felt mean reducing Charlie’s chicken portions to barley nothing but each time I consoled myself by saying, ‘it was only a prelude to his other meals outside.’

The final straw came when I observed Charlie push his head through the cat flap to come in then watched in horror and amusement as his front legs then turned backwards to push against the sides of the flap in order to force his bulging stomach to follow with a thud: Our cat was so obese he no longer fitted through the cat flap!

There was nothing else for it………… A gastric band was a bit drastic so Charlie cat would have to have a small DOG flap fitted if he was to come and go freely!

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Tick-Tock Charlie clock!

The following morning I showed my husband the amazing effect the ticking clock had on Charlie, he too was astounded.

I needed to think of a way to keep Charlie near a loud rhythmic sound at all times…………….. If Charlie would not stay at the mountain, the mountain would have to go to Charlie (or words to that effect) I made a trip to our local Argos store where I found a very helpful assistant on the jewellery counter.  ‘ I would like to listen to a couple of your cheapest, small watches please, ones on a strap’ I said to her.  

 She seemed a little bemused by this but was very obliging as she observed me put each of the watches to my ear in turn. 

I narrowed it down to two, one was louder than the other but its pitch was higher, maybe not as easily heard. I eventually put the assistant out of her misery by telling her the story of the cat and the ticking clock, Charlie may be a large cat but I still felt the Mr. Bean clock would be a little too big to carry around with him. She was fascinated and joined in with the hearing tests, we were then joined by two more inquisitive staff all of whom now new the story and were making a vote on which watch would be best… it was unanimous, the £5.50 lower pitched tick won the day; 

SOLD to the crazy lady with a strange cat!

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