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Baihu is truly a master of the art. He’s capable of not being seen even when sitting on a chair in the living room. And when he really doesn’t want to be seen….
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You just can’t take the Cheshire out of the cat.
With ours it works the other way around, they seem to think that if they stick their heads under a rug with their butts hanging out they have somehow become invisible.
That reminds me of a d-g I tried to teach to go into an igloo style dog house. The d-g exhibited fear around the igloo and wouldn’t go in but, was always clever with things in general including climbing fences. I opted to get in and demonstrate that it was OK but, I could only get my head and shoulders inside. So I decided to wiggle my butt a little so the d-g would think I was waggling my tail. After getting out I encouraged the d-g to try but it refused.
The next time I visited the d-g though, it was jumping around extra excitedly and ran over to its igloo went half way in, stopped and started waggling its tail.
I figured that might be good enough, if it started raining the d-g would hopefully figure out the real advantage.
How this conversation went often with the dearly departed Slimer:
Me: I can still see you, Slimer.
Slimer: No you can’t.
Me: Yes, I can.
Slimer: Can not.
That shot actually does show how effective those tabby/wild-type markings are at breaking up the whole-body appearance.
I see Hili is working how how not to be seen.
Baihu is truly a master of the art. He’s capable of not being seen even when sitting on a chair in the living room. And when he really doesn’t want to be seen….
b&
You just can’t take the Cheshire out of the cat.
With ours it works the other way around, they seem to think that if they stick their heads under a rug with their butts hanging out they have somehow become invisible.
That reminds me of a d-g I tried to teach to go into an igloo style dog house. The d-g exhibited fear around the igloo and wouldn’t go in but, was always clever with things in general including climbing fences. I opted to get in and demonstrate that it was OK but, I could only get my head and shoulders inside. So I decided to wiggle my butt a little so the d-g would think I was waggling my tail. After getting out I encouraged the d-g to try but it refused.
The next time I visited the d-g though, it was jumping around extra excitedly and ran over to its igloo went half way in, stopped and started waggling its tail.
I figured that might be good enough, if it started raining the d-g would hopefully figure out the real advantage.
How this conversation went often with the dearly departed Slimer:
Me: I can still see you, Slimer.
Slimer: No you can’t.
Me: Yes, I can.
Slimer: Can not.
That shot actually does show how effective those tabby/wild-type markings are at breaking up the whole-body appearance.