I have successfully embarassed my cats.

[flewellyn]

Tonight, Yitzak was sitting on my desk when Miette hopped up, intending to lounge on it. She came to a halt when she saw Yitzak, and they both sat down and started staring at each other. Tension rose, and clearly there was going to be a dominance challenge of some kind.

I watched them for a second, and then waved my hand in between them, making fluttery motions and saying "Distract! Distract!"

They both blinked several times, and then refused to look at each other or at me. After a few moments, they both hopped off the desk.

I imagine the dialog went something like this...

Yitzak: "I will not yield."
Miette: "Neither will I!"
*stare*
Me: *flutters hands* "Distract! Distract!"
Yitzak: "Uhhh..."
Miette: "Umm..."
*pause*
Yitzak: "So, uh..."
Miette: "Yeah...umm..."

*leave*

Comments

[happiestsadist.livejournal.com]

I love your cat stories.

My cats, sadly, need regular embarrassing. When Gatsby gets out of the apartment, and needs reminding that he's not a noble hunter in the wild, when Cinnamon needed a bath, or when I tossed her from the bed when she began horking while snuggling me.

I love the "disract!", though.