Cats and push-ups
Jul. 29th, 2011 08:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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tithenai and cucumberseed's LJs (from before the Second Great LJ Kablooey of '11), I started the Hundred Push-Ups program this week. I've finished the first week, and am enjoying it.
After finishing day one, I realized a major flaw with the program, and in fact the very idea of push-ups: they're not cat-proof.
See, the very first day I started the program, Max saw me lie down, and immediate assumed that my hands splayed out on the floor were an invitation to play. So he came over and licked a finger, then playfully nipped one. When I scooted away and pushed myself up, he naturally came over and nuzzled my face. Explaining to him (gently but firmly) that I was trying to do a set of exercises and playtime could happen later did nothing. Nor did flinging him onto the couch.
The next phase involved Max waiting until I'd pushed-up, and then walking under my chest and just standing there.
Sigh.
The solution, of course, was to take the cat into the kitchen and give him a bunch of treats.
And yes, I had a similar experience with Victoria today.
The lesson here, of course, is to make sure the cats are in anothercastle room before starting exercising.
tithenai and cucumberseed's LJs (from before the Second Great LJ Kablooey of '11), I started the Hundred Push-Ups program this week. I've finished the first week, and am enjoying it.After finishing day one, I realized a major flaw with the program, and in fact the very idea of push-ups: they're not cat-proof.
See, the very first day I started the program, Max saw me lie down, and immediate assumed that my hands splayed out on the floor were an invitation to play. So he came over and licked a finger, then playfully nipped one. When I scooted away and pushed myself up, he naturally came over and nuzzled my face. Explaining to him (gently but firmly) that I was trying to do a set of exercises and playtime could happen later did nothing. Nor did flinging him onto the couch.
The next phase involved Max waiting until I'd pushed-up, and then walking under my chest and just standing there.
Sigh.
The solution, of course, was to take the cat into the kitchen and give him a bunch of treats.
And yes, I had a similar experience with Victoria today.
The lesson here, of course, is to make sure the cats are in another