Update on the cat war: I won the battle, but the war continues.
Felix stayed off the buffet for quite a while, but the lure of an open window proved too much for him and he was back up there this summer.
We've been squirting him with a water pistol when we see him up there (or on the dining table; cat butts don't go where my dinner does). He has learned to fear the water pistols, but not to stay off the surfaces.
This morning MD found him on the buffet, squirted him, and he got down. Fifteen minutes later he jumped back up on the buffet, but when she grabbed a squirt gun he moved into the adjacent window sill as if to say, "Can't get me here - technically I'm not on the buffet."
Smart ass cat.
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