Picasso and Matisse - My two Burmese cats 3.

The Burmese can’t take it if you say no for something. And if there is something that he absolutely can’t bear, that’s not possessing all the nooks of the flat. My husband – as an unpracticed cat owner… ‑ though that he’ll be the one who imposes order on the tom-cats and he carefully told the little things that they can’t enter the bedroom. He took the kitties into his hands, sat down with them at the door of the bedroom and was explaining them the house rules from behind the threshold. The tom-cats purred and nuzzled happily in his lap, they were blinking gratefully for the kisses given on their bonces and despised the house rules.

The oral education seemingly remained ineffective; since the two tom-cats, despite the lesson, decided that it is nice everywhere but the best place is the bedroom – for sleeping, playing, eating – and they did accordingly. Further attempts were made by my husband, which aimed at keeping the cats under control. Since the tom-cats didn’t show any sign of willingness to obey the rules, the master of the house set new rules next week. The door of the bedroom must be closed all the time so the guys can’t get in! The door of the bedroom was kept closed all the time, the cats were always playing and sleeping in front of the door and anytime the door opened they, of course, sneaked in and stayed there…

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