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by mars » Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:42 pm
Hi All
I have a similar situation to Timbalionguy, except that I only have 2 cats to put into a large carrier when there is a bush fire alert.
I have found that when I grasp either of my cats at the scruff of the neck it stops struggling. Sometimes I have to keep on changing the position of the grasp until the cat recognizes the same grasp as her Mum used to use. I won't say it relaxes just like that, but if I hold it like that long enough it will. Then (say my eldest Dusty) goes into the carrier through the front door, which I then close. My other cat (Bonnie) will be in another room whilst this is going on. I then get Bonnie, grasp her neck, and let her quieten down.
Now I have to get Bonnie into the carrier. Without the co-operation of Dusty I could not do it, but she co-operates and I am able to slip Bonnie inside. My assumption is, and I could be wrong, is that they know something is going on, and they know I would not mess them about without a good reason.
Putting a still feral cat in the carrier usually takes a thick towel, thrown over the cat, then enclosed in the towel as it lessens its berserk behaviour, and then quickly slip it into the carrier, removing the towel. Wearing a fire-fighter's suit can be helpful for this, but the towel usually works.
For myself, I do not believe cats are selfish, they are just being cats, which means they know they are our equals. So I reckon that many cats, not all, will respond to acceptance as equals. Which means that I have rights as well, and there are limits to what is acceptable.
They say that next year will be worst bush-fire season ever, last year I kept them in on days when the fires were too close. Lets hope we can get this climate change stuff worked out before it is too late.
cheers
Mars
Edited Comment - some hours later -
Well, I have just told my cats about this post, and the co-operation and equality that I talked about, and they looked at me in astonishment. Evidently I take myself far too seriously. They do not mind me pretending that they co-operate, and that I am their equal, as long as I really know that the household is run for their benefit, and any thought of equality is just laughable. They reckon I have a long way on to go on cpap therapy before my brain catches up with reality. So there we are - and I thought we were doing so well.