Once you have captured the kitty in your loving clutches, you simply reassure them with your soft cooing voice that you only mean them good and not evil all the days of their nineteen lives.
Then you gingerly hoist the kitty into the air, and be careful not to drop. A kitty dropped is a kitty flee’d and it’s so darn hard to catch a kitty once it has flee’d.
If the kitty is good natured, she will let you taste her fur and be the boss, at least for a minute or two. When the kitty seems agitated, you may need to calm her nerves by singing, “I love you…foreeever…I’ll like you….for always…as long as I’m living, my kitty you’ll be.”
Once you have established a little dominance, be sure to let the kitty go. This is an important expercise in forming the friendship. If you don’t heed this last bit of advice, you will regret it.
A kitty scratch is a terrible thing. It hurts for days. And no wailing on your part will evoke the kitty’s sympathy or bring her back to your chubby little arms.
(An edited repost from way back when Gideon was just a little fella.)
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