Yesterday I figured that since Boots has been here for a week and he’s doing great going in and out of the sewing room while I’m down there working, and he explores a little downstairs but comes back to the sewing room every few minutes to make sure I’m still close, maybe it was time to leave the sewing room door open while I was upstairs.
It didn’t take long or him to come up the stairs, though he would only walk on the wood part of the stairs. I hope he will eventually go up the carpet. Otherwise, we’ll end up with a dirty mark along that wall where he walks.
He came up, looked around and went back down, still walking on the wood.
About ten minutes later, he came up again and parked at the top of the stairs.
I think he was thinking he could make a quick trip down the stairs to safety if anything scared him. We had all the bedroom and bathroom doors closed so we wouldn’t have to search for him if we couldn’t find him. Vince closed a door a little to hard and down the stairs Boots ran.
He was right back up. He got inside the entertainment center, walked across the mantle, was quite interested in Rita just on the other side of the gate. And then . . the inevitable . . he got on the dining room table.
I love him and I would love for him to stay upstairs but as soon as he was feeling comfortable, he was on the dining room table. I cannot live with that. I got him down, said NO! He actually does know what NO means but I’m not sure he ever learns not to do things. If I’m winding yarn and he grabs it with his mouth, I say NO and he stops but the next skein, he does it again and I say NO and he stops and it never ends. A dog will learn that he isn’t supposed to do something and stop doing it but . . will a cat ever learn?
I figured the only way he would learn was to watch him, remove him from the table and tell him no over and over again but I just can’t live with a cat on the table.
He did it several times. I thought maybe he just wanted to sit there and look out the window so we closed the blinds and he still did it. He’s a jumper and I know he’s going to get on the kitchen counters.
The sewing room isn’t a bad place to live. I’ll spend most all my time knitting or sewing down there. I just don’t think I can (1) train him not to get on the tables and counters and (2) live with a cat getting on the tables and counters.
Once Vince has gone back to Texas and he isn’t so worried about Boots and Rita killing each other, maybe I’ll try again, maybe putting foil or bubble wrap on the table.
Boots did finally jump over the gate and end up with Rita. They both totally ignored each other. Not sure what was up with that. I told Vince . . Don’t worry about them. Rita has no teeth and Boots has no front claws. They’re kinda harmless. Let them get to know each other but he’s so protective of Rita and I surely didn’t want to convince him that it would be fine and then have one of them get hurt.
I think we’d be better off with a parakeet than we are with a dog and a cat but . . we have a dog and a cat so we’ll make it work.