It’s only 7 am, and Clyde has already driven me crazy. Here’s how he does it:
- Go behind the new couch.
- Start clawing at the back of it.
- When The Girl yells at you, go under the couch and start clawing there.
- When the girl moves the couch out to yell at you and/or grab you, sneak behind the heater.
- Mess around back there until the heater and/or phone go on and off, with accompanying beeping.
I ejected Clyde into the sunny morning, even though I suspect that he may begin to see clawing the couch as a doorbell substitute.
Any suggestions on how to eliminate the clawing problem?
Also in the Cats Behaving Badly department is Digit*, the office cat.
As you know, staff meetings at the jobette are frequently attended by our Director of Barketing. He turned up yesterday in a natty red plaid vest, tail wagging, only to be greeted by a hissing and puffy Digit. Erin removed Digit from the meeting, and was scratched for her trouble. The dog and his owner went out the back door after the meeting, and when we opened the conference room/kitchen door, Digit was curled up on a chair, looking like nothing had happened.
Hopefully, they can work it out. The CEO’s kids chased Digit all over the office on Friday, and she put up with that. She also had no trouble with his dog, so maybe she just needs more time to adjust and realize that she is safe in her new home.
*Megan stopped by the jobette yesterday after teaching a CPR class. She thinks Digit is a silver tabby, like Megan’s beautiful cat Harriet.