Pliny is the one that’s supposed to travel, and then send you letters which range from “I saw a mountain just explode, yo” to “did you know aqueducts are like freakishly expensive” depending on whether he’s the older or the younger one.
He’s the homebody of the two. Taco Bob, on the other hand, loves to travel. The downside is that sometimes he doesn’t come back for weeks, so they’re both homebodies now.
it's how I crate trained my dog. I adopted him when he was two and he was terrified of the crate. I would put him in the same room as the crate, put high value food in it, shredded cheese, deli meats, and then leave the room. slowly I would feed him more and more normal things as I got closer and closer while he was in the crate.
anytime he earned a treat, for sitting, or laying down or whatever, he had to go into the crate to get the treat. at the beginning I would have to toss it into the back of the crate and then leave the room for him to go get it, eventually
he was running into the crate waiting for the treat.
within about 2 months he was sleeping in the crate with the door open
I used to have a job that involved a lot of in-state travel, often allowing me to come home on the weekends. One weekend I left the clothes I hadn’t worn in the suitcase. When I went to pack for the next week, I discovered that my cat had peed in it. She really knew how to express her displeasure!