From the 2nd time Silkie watched me gather a few little
Smiths/Wally grocery bags, go through the rooms and empty the smaller trash
containers in each room, replace the little bags, and put the full ones in the
kitchen trash bucket, then take that big bag out, tie it off, and replace that
bag, she already knew I was headed outside with the stuffed kitchen bag ... she
sits waiting at the back door... yep, she trained me well (sigh)...
The one thing she has a hard time teaching me is the
difference in one particular "meow." I have not yet figured out
whether she wants me to go into the kitchen and toss a few kibbles onto her
plate, or whether she wants me to sit on the special chair and make a lap for
her to sit on...
Guaranteed that if I head to the kitchen, she stays sitting
by the chair, making me feel stupid, and if I sit on the chair first, I swear
she "sighs" heavily at the stupidity of humans and marches into the
kitchen hoping she is wrong and some kibbles are in her plate - of course, I
immediately sit up, go into the kitchen and feed her...
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