I knew it was going to end with Ronin getting tossed in the bedroom and the door slammed shut. I was in the kitchen, busy with cookie making, and Tora walked in. Ronin lost his little pea brain. Didn’t attack her, because he does know better than that, but he was having the fit of his life. Rolling around, hissing, spitting, growling, and generally being an ass. I cooed at him until I could get my hands under his front legs, picked him up and held the hissing and writhing ball of fur at arms length, carried him down the hall, and tossed him on the bed. He proceeded to curl into a ball and glare at me. I shut the door and walked away.

Right now, he’s trying his best to claw through the door. We’ve been through this before on many training issues. The only thing that works with him is a time-out in the bedroom. Eventually, he will settle down enough to remember that he doesn’t get out of the bedroom until I hear absolute quiet and calm for an extended period of time. Nothing but this technique has worked on him for any behavior I have needed to change.

So now I get to hear the sounds of a 20 pound cat trying to destroy my bedroom door for however long it takes him to wear himself out. His pawing at the door seems to be getting slower in rhythm, so maybe that won’t take too long. Maybe after he’s had a nap on the bed that smells just like Tora right now, he’ll get over it and become a functioning member of the household again.

And Tora? Sure enough, the first thing she did when I let her roam the rest of the house was the very thing I did not want her doing: getting on top of the fridge. Really, all I ask is one or two days of not screwing up her incision, and then she can claim the fridge as her very own forever.

Gah! These cats! They are driving me insane!

And it doesn’t take much to drive me insane when I have only had about 4 hours of sleep out of the last 48 hours. I’m too poop to even pop!