Our hoomin is slow, too. Don Juan finally got her trained. He wakes her when that funny talking box next to the hoomin bed says 4:30 and she knows to go right to the empty food bowl and fix it! He says he's lived with her since before those bad hoomins flew the airplanes into the buildings, and it took him that long to train her! Sheesh! And now I've trained her to come right out to the bedroom when I call her so I can get luvvys. But she still insists on going to this place called "work" even though she misses us when she's there. What can a kitty do?

Zerlina Gattobello Nero