Our young daughter had adopted a stray cat. To my distress,he began to use the back of our new sofa as a scratching post.
“Don’t worry,” my husband reassured me.
“I’ll have him trained in no time.”
I watched for several days as my husband patiently”trained” our new pet. Whenever the cat scratched, my husband deposited him outdoors to teach him a lesson.
The cat learned quickly. For the next 16 years, whenever he wanted to go outside, he scratched the back of the sofa.
I have always assumed that the first Monday after I get married, all of my furniture will be at the side of the road for trash day. So I let my cat scratch.
This is so true! The cat trains you.