A couple of days ago I played ball with Holly. I threw the ball, Holly went in hot pursuit, due to the fluff under her feet her brakes failed, she skidded, and slammed into the wall.
Not to worry, short of appearing a little dazed, Holly was fine, but now she doesn’t want to play ball anymore. I’ve tried, a few times, and she looks at the ball with a face that says … you’ve got to be kidding. She might just be traumatised for the rest of her life.
Have you ever seen a cat about to jump? The cat will sit for a second or two, lower his head and body a little before making the leap. Not Gabriel, he seems to remember when a particular jump went wrong and it takes him a while before he plucks up the courage to do it again. He sits there, calculating, debating whether or not he can do it. Sort of like …
"I think I can, I think I can, I don’t think I can" ...
"I think I can, I think I can, no I’m kidding myself." Eventually he’ll makes the jump, or if it takes too long I will pick him up and put him where he wants to go.
“What?” I asked them, “do you want to have a look at the drawer?”
When I opened it, out came Chanel.
So if you’ve ever wondered if cats has a memory … you bet they do.