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Termyn8or -> RE: Cat Haiku (3/16/2007 12:30:25 AM)
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My name is Chip
I will not slip
Nor lose my grip
On my master's shoulder
It was like a holder
When I got older
I use my paws
Not my claws
For my holder on that shoulder
For what ever he would search
I would see from my perch
From up atop that shoulder
I would jump in the air
And get up there
Up on his kitten holder
Never a fear
when........
I have no more, help would be nice, but this really is true about Chip. I mentioned that he used to traverse the back of the couch, but he started to like to sit on our shoulder. Well I took the next step and walked with "him" up there. Did this all the time, the cat loved it. Lazy fuck lol.
Yup. figures my legs are longer sooooo, hey you know what they say about owning a cat, can't be done, they own you.
Anyway, Chip had such a male personality we never sexed him, err her. He got pregnant !. He's damnwell sexed now !
Lol, very fond memories.
Yup, alot of times I could be eating lunch and give him some of the ham off a sandwich or soimething off a pizza or something, but too much is no good. Food was not the reason he stuck to me like glue. He normally ate cat food.
Actually I won't use food in the training of a domesticated animal, maybe a wild animal, but a cat born on premisis does not qualify. We never had to. Positive reinforcement worked 95% of the time. Of course my si(ni)ster hypnotized them, too !.
We had some good cats, very good cats, but that was before cable.
T
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