Funny how I temporarily get their attention when I apply a generous application of boot leather to ass when they break the rules in my abode. I told my wife she’d better keep an ongoing head count to make sure one hasn’t crossed that line into Infinity.
I actually did catch one of hers, not long before he got neutered. I forget what button he pushed but it was the wrong one on the wrong evening. But, the direct application of steel-toed shoe to his applesack, combined with the surprising amount of forward thrust I generated, sent the little SOB from the kitchen, lengthwise through the living room, and into the spare bedroom, where he didn’t come out of for three days. Needless to say, to this day he thinks we’re best buds now. He understands the alternative. He comes when I call him, and sleeps on a log ottoman next to my computer desk in the evenings.