off the table!" It is a command that Moobie routinely ignores, necessitating some sort of intentional move from one of us to enforce the idea that cats do not belong on the dinner table.
When I am home, I can summon up my "mean Mom voice" and scare the heck out of her. When I get loud and growly sounding, she will head for the hills. The problem is that I am not here during the daytime. Moobie and "her Daddy" are here all by themselves all day everyday -- and He doesn't seem to scare her even a little bit. Somewhere along the line, I joked that I thought the best way to break the cat of her table walking habit was probably going to involve spanking Himself every time the cat got up on the table. We had a good laugh about that one... Now, however, it isn't unusual for our Saturday morning snuggling to wind its way around to the point where He will quietly mention that, "Moobie got on the table a lot this week..." And the truth shall set you free :-)