Ah, yes. Herding table legs. Neechee did this at seven weeks old, barely able to do it without bowling himself over. I also had to convince him that thrown balls simply refuse to be herded back to the hooman, so you must pick them up and CARRY them back.
Neechee was so tiny, even full grown that he could fit on top of my shoes. So he developed a big love for white Keds sneakers. Anyone who had them, he would go lay on their feet, and try desperately not to let any portion of his body touch the ground or floor. I always thought it was maybe because he was so tiny that he was afraid of most people's feet, and white shoes meant MOM, who won't step on me.
Neechee was so tiny, even full grown that he could fit on top of my shoes. So he developed a big love for white Keds sneakers. Anyone who had them, he would go lay on their feet, and try desperately not to let any portion of his body touch the ground or floor. I always thought it was maybe because he was so tiny that he was afraid of most people's feet, and white shoes meant MOM, who won't step on me.
