November 27, 2010When I went to pack up my toiletry bag in the bathroom, Hobie was seated on the towels on top of our laundry basket cart--one of his favorite places. He likes to lie there when we are using the area and listen to The Smiths on the iPod dock. But this time he nervously eyed me as I placed lotion, toothpaste, facial wash into the bag, and he sat up as slid my toothbrush into it's plastic traveling canister. He was upset. We were leaving him again, and he was upset, rightfully so.
I took him to Zach and explained the dire situation. He immediately retrieved not one, but two treats. (Yes, we bribe our kitty with food.). Instead of letting him eat it out of his hand or on the floor, Zach placed it on this chair.
Now Hobie is REALLY smart. But he would not get up on that chair. Instead he paced around and around it, mewing his annoyance. Then he would place his front legs atop it and reach on his tippy toes to retrieve it. Of course his licking of the treats only pushed them farther out of reach, so he had to go from side to side until he finally got one in his mouth.
Zach took pity on him and his momentary display of stupidity or stubbornness or laziness--Hobie can play us WELL--and put the other treat on the floor. AND then he wouldn't take it until we moved the chair!
Beverly insists Hobie must have gotten squashed in one of those fold-up chairs before and remembers it--that's why he wouldn't get up there.
After the treats, Hobie followed us downstairs and up to the glass door we walked out of, leaving him behind again, and clawlessly pawed at us.
I miss my ritty rat so much. And he misses us, too. :(
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