He hears a loud noise outside and runs to the TV. I reach for my Diet Coke on the coffee table, and he’s up and at his post in a heartbeat. When he takes a break to eat something, he rushes back to the television. His obsession might be cute if only he didn’t block the TiVo.
I started aversion therapy, squirting him on the butt with a spray bottle of water causing him a look of confused despair. With a few more wet lessons, he’s now started to back away from the television when I merely reach for the bottle. Now he’ll lie on the couch with me, but his eyes never waver from his target.
I can sleep better at night knowing that any invaders will have to fight their way past Steve to get to my TV.