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Originally Posted by Grancey
I never get mad at my cats. Really. They look at me with those big eyes and I melt. If they are doing something that they shouldn't be doing I will say no, or clap my hands. If you say their names harshly when you are mad at them they will start to associate you saying their name with being mad. Then they may stop responding positively when you say their name.
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Well, I got mad today. The window in the bedroom was stuck, so today I got Red to work on it so that I can open it since the weather has been beautiful lately. Well, my "sweet" Sophia loves to jump on dressers, tables, etc. and knock small items off onto the floor. So, today (after I had opened the window) Sophia jumped onto the dresser next to the now open window, bumped into a piece of pottery that just yesterday I had put all of my extra pens and junk into, knocked it off the dresser onto a chest causing it to land upside down with everything spilling out. Standing there I yell, "Dammit, why did you do that?", right out the open window. Instantly, I'm peering out the window to see if anyone was walking by who may have heard while Sophia is just laughing at me......