My cats are three of the most wretchedly spoiled, badly trained, and inappropriately worshiped creatures in Colorado. I’ve always assumed that their tendency to ignore my wishes is hard-wired into their DNA, not my fault as a trainer.

So I’m a bit disgusted to learn (courtesy of the Endangered Cats exhibit at the Larkspur Renaissance Festival) that cats can actually be trained.

Even wild forest cats.

Even baby Bengal Tigers.

Just not my cats.