My grandfather was a dog whisperer. He could train a dog (or a child, for that matter) with no harsher measure than sad disapproval and no greater treats than his beaming smile and slight nod. He didn’t even have to say, “That’ll do, pig.”

Cats fell for him, too. He could handle a cat that bit everybody else to the bone and it would just curl up in his lap and purr.

Now, if a cat was on the floor and he wanted it to come to him, he would pat his leg and say, “Come here.” A dog would have been there in a heartbeat. A cat would lie down where it was.

Then he would say the command no cat could disobey:

Either come here or lie down there; just make up your mind.

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