Max has somehow learned to jump up on the kitchen counter. I really don’t want him to. Jumping up on the couch or my bed is okay. Jumping up on table-like surfaces? Not okay.
My first clue that he had been on the counter was discovering a chewed Pilsbury crescent roll after school one day. His presence on the counter top was confirmed by a paw print. I checked to see if there was a chair or other route that he might have discovered, but there wasn’t any way for him to get up there except by directly jumping. That meant I would have to block all access. So far it’s been working. I’ll wait to see if there are any other incursions. But how long must I keep this up until he has learned to stay off the counter? I don’t want to do this until he is too old to jump.
Ha! That is clever, yet futile. He’s a cat, for cryin’ out loud. He probably jumped up there and drank half the Fanta, replacing the cap before anyone was the wiser.
You should put a roomba on the counter.
I’ve been watching Woot since Christmas, but they haven’t had them there yet.
For us, putting sheets of a lint roller (sticky side up) on the counter edge worked. Bobbie would jump up, get a tape sheet stuck to her and then spend the next bit of time trying to get it off. And being mad.
However, I do know that she still gets on the counter…she’s just smart enough to do it when we’re not looking…because…she’s a cat.
Still, the tape sheets helped.
When Jack jumped up on the counter for the first time, I happened to be right there, so I filled a glass of water and dumped the whole thing on him. When he didn’t move, I did it again. He never went on the counter again.
But a couple years later he started pulling out his fur. But I don’t think you’ll have that problem with Max.
I laughed OUT LOUD!
Our cat never jumps up on the counter.
Ah, come on, Deborah! Don’t stop there!! How did you get your feline to cooperate thus: threats of no more changing the litter box if he did it again??
Our last cat, sweet Nonnie, never jumped up either. We think it’s because she spent the first four years of her life in the cage at Animal Rescue, and the cage wasn’t big enough to allow jumping anywhere. Life sure was easier then. Now our tomcat, Riley (aka “The Tank”), gets up on dressers, walks across backs of bed headboards, and of course aggravates the heck out of us by leaping onto the kitchen counter to get closer to the…dog biscuits? We’re not keen on it either, and I know the dog barks at him when he does this, but Riley has a “Yea, so wuddayagonna do about it, Big Guy?” attitude – even with us, at times. If there were a reform school for felines, I fear he’d be enrolled by now…praying there is still hope for dear Max.
Ha-ha-ha.