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.
Also, I think the younger advocated for rubbing feces into wounds to help them heal. I’m not sure I’d trust Pliny’s knowledge on many subjects.
Peppered with tons of bad medical advice.
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
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.
Obligatory Šaškė
"Hoooman, I'm not gonna help you with that 23 kg limit"
Saske looks like a good cat.
Listen to you Elder.
"Why do you need to go on so many adventures, when I am the adventure?"
I used to have a job that involved a lot of in-state travel, often allowing me to come home on the weekends. One weekend I left the clothes I hadn’t worn in the suitcase. When I went to pack for the next week, I discovered that my cat had peed in it. She really knew how to express her displeasure!
My late cat, www.kitty.com, did that to me. She was a terror, but I loved her.
Edit: probably best not to click that url. I have no idea where it goes, but 50/50 chance it’s nsfw if I had to wager.
Time to get a Pliny the Younger to keep him company!
Taco Bob is there hanging with him.
I had a cat who would sit on my pants. I guess she figured if I couldn't get dressed, I couldn't leave the house!
Shows what SHE knows! :)
Ummmmmmmmmmmm! You in trooouuuublllllle!
