Pliny is the one that’s supposed to travel, and then send you letters which range from “I saw a mountain just explode, yo” to “did you know aqueducts are like freakishly expensive” depending on whether he’s the older or the younger one.
He’s the homebody of the two. Taco Bob, on the other hand, loves to travel. The downside is that sometimes he doesn’t come back for weeks, so they’re both homebodies now.
Ngl the juxtaposition between “Pliny” and “Taco Bob” has me in stitches.
You are a pro cat namer.
“Why do you need to go on so many adventures, when I am the adventure?”
Listen to you Elder.
every once in awhile you should pull the bags out, pack them, and then just unpack them and put everything away so they don’t get anxious every time
like sometimes I just pull out my cat carriers, and throw treats in the back of them. once they’ve eaten all the treats, the carriers go away
That’s a fantastic idea! Taco goes ballistic when it’s vet time and the carriers come out. Vet says he’s not allowed to come in unmedicated anymore.
it’s how I crate trained my dog. I adopted him when he was two and he was terrified of the crate. I would put him in the same room as the crate, put high value food in it, shredded cheese, deli meats, and then leave the room. slowly I would feed him more and more normal things as I got closer and closer while he was in the crate. pretty quickly I was feeding him all of his meals in there, but he would always watch till I left the room before going in.
anytime he earned a treat, for sitting, or laying down or whatever, he had to go into the crate to get the treat. at the beginning I would have to toss it into the back of the crate and then leave the room for him to go get it, eventually he was running into the crate waiting for the treat.
within about 2 months he was sleeping in the crate with the door open
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