our last cat was given us by our vet, she lived for 14 years.
she was playful, affectionate, amusing, frisky.
I discovered she could fetch and was thrilled, on occasion she’d do what we asked her to do.
dogs want to be people and will compromise themselves to do that.
cats will have nothing other than having you learn to cat.
including a sentient being in your life that don’t give a hoot what you expect out of them is good for a person.
Cat me LennieMay 30, 2021, 11:33 AM
I like to think of cats as “self propelled home furnishings”
When my brothers get on me about how cats dont measure up to dogs, I allow that “the whole cat thing probably wouldn’t work if they looked like Norwegian Brown Sewer Rats. Good thing that they’re the most beautiful of all God’s creatures.”
A while back my daughter sent me a pic of Margaux, her imperious Maine Coon sporting an “off with their heads” expression and I dubbed her Margaux Antoinette — They want Kittles; let them eat Fancy Feast
Who was it that said, cats don’t really live with people they are just roommates!.
I have two, both are grand cats. My daughter had to have Scout who some how got left here and is I think 21 now. Born in our closet, raised in the bathtub. Dam thing thinks my wife and me are her cat parents. She and our golden-retriever are best of friends, sleep together, on their rug.
The second cat traveled the world with my daughter and son in law in the Air Force. “ O forward Air Controller, also managed JTAC’s,,,,,,They split, she went back to college for her masters, some how the cats still here with us.
It’s true cats are great fun, loving temperamental demanding, but as loyal as my grand dog. My animals love music, daily lay in front of my booming speakers, letting the music sooth them. I sometimes think they each have a favorite flavor in music! Classical, old black jazz seem to be their favorite.
I like animals far more then people.
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Bill JonesMay 30, 2021, 12:03 PM
Dogs have owners, cats have staff.
whateverMay 30, 2021, 1:05 PM
I have a “cat-dog”, a cat that has much of the personality of a dog. Comes when called, comes into the room wherever I am and tries to sit on my lap or otherwise be in contact with me. Follows me around the house at my heel. She can’t get fetch down, but plays with toy mouses and string I control, as well as chases a laser around, which is fun for the both of us.
To give her company when away we got a second cat, who is more a “cat-cat” and won’t come when called, but still very affectionate and loving. And the two get along like sisters, sleeping together, grooming each other etc.
And I get all this without the hyperactive jumping , uncontrolled licking, barking at the moon and waking me and the neighbors, having to walk daily, or having to clean up poop in the yard or sidewalk.
Not sure what the benefits of dogs are at all.
Rob MuirJune 15, 2022, 9:21 PM
Last year we got two barn cats to keep down the rodent population. One is jet black, we named her Panther. The other is almost all black with about 25 white hairs spaced hither and yon on her belly. We named her Whitey. Our woke daughter thought that was offensive and we suggested changing it to Honky. That was not well received.
They follow us around the ranch on hikes and lay up under a tree near whatever our project du jour may be. Behavior is more like dogs. Our goats love the cats, but care little for our two dogs. The dogs have a peculiar whine when they see the cats down by the barn. It used to scare the cats, now they both lay on the furniture on the front porch in order to torment the dogs. Cats are devious.
ghostsniperMay 30, 2021, 2:04 PM
I’ve had my Shannon for almost 7 years now and if I move 3″ to the left she does to. Both of us can’t wait for me to get back when I leave the compound. Neither is whole without the other. She prefers to lay wound up in the spokes of my chair and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rolled over her big bushy tail. I can’t see her when she’s under my chair, just parts of her sticking out, if I look. But if I’m in a hurry sometimes the tail is victimized. She’ll skidaddle with her hurt feelings and I’ll say “Come here and gimma sum” and she’ll be on me like stink on a monkey, tail waggin to beat the band. All is better now.
I laid down on the couch and dropped off immediately in a coma. In a bit I was aware of weight on my chest and upon opening my eyes big ol’ Bella-boo eyes was looking down at me. Long haired black n white, she’s our Mama-moo. Had 5 babies 2 weeks after she ventured onto the compound. We kept her and 1 baby and gave the others away. Somebody throwed her away and I have no idea why. People is strange, and we’re the better off for it, now we have Bella. Her “official name is “Isabella Rosalini” and the 1 baby we kept was the runt, the last out the gate, and she’s “Sparkle”. Looks like her mom but with a little bit of light orange here and there. When I get Sparkles back bone she hunkers down on the floor and sticks her rear up in the air. Got 2 torties too., from a shelter when they were babies, 10 years ago. Caramel and Tawny Autumn. You rarely see one without the other. Sisters for life. Our animals live like royalty. They have their own bedroom and their own screened in back porch. You could come in our house right now and walk one end to the other and never see, or smell, a cat. But they’d see, and smell, you. I always have dry Iams dog food in my left pocket and dry Iams cat food in my right pocket. I load up every morning and I’m empty at rack time. Our animals are our fambly.
PA CatMay 30, 2021, 2:12 PM
This being Memorial Day weekend (my grandmother on my mother’s side of the family always called it Decoration Day, which tells you that there used to be many who remembered the holiday’s original connection with the Civil War), I thought Lincoln’s fondness for cats might be worth noting. I will excuse the Treasury official quoted in the following source for his verbal microaggression against Felis catus: “[Lincoln] was fond of dumb animals, especially cats. I have seen him fondle one for an hour.”
The source [https://www.presidentialpetmuseum.com/pets/abraham-lincoln-cats/] goes on to say that Lincoln had two cats named Tabby and Dixie in the White House that had been given to him by William Seward, his Secretary of State. “The president doted on the cats, which he named Tabby and Dixie, so much that he once fed Tabby from the table during a formal dinner at the White House. When Lincoln’s embarrassed wife later observed that the action was ‘shameful in front of their guests,’ the president replied, ‘If the gold fork was good enough for former President James Buchanan, I think it is good enough for Tabby.'” . . . . [Side note: JB can finally rest in peace, now that he’s no longer the worst president in U.S. history–ed.]
“At one point during his first term, Lincoln was said to have observed in frustration, ‘Dixie is smarter than my whole cabinet! And furthermore she doesn’t talk back!'”
The source concludes with an account of Lincoln’s visit to Grant, Sherman, and [Admiral David] Porter at City Point in early 1865. Lincoln heard the sound of kittens mewing nearby and not only spent time with them but gave instructions for their care when he found out their mother had been killed. “Porter recalled that Lincoln stroked the cats’ fur and quietly told them, ‘Kitties, thank God you are cats, and can’t understand this terrible strife that is going on.'”
Apropos of the difference between dogs and cats that other commenters have remarked on, my vet put it this way: Dogs see humans as leaders of the pack; cats see humans as retarded overgrown kittens who need constant supervision and training.
AggieMay 30, 2021, 6:03 PM
We’ve just raised 2 litter-mate dogs and 2 litter-mate cats together. The dogs are 2 weeks older than the cats, but we raised them all from about 5 weeks of age – early, in other words, just weaned. But we picked the 2 cats by bringing the whole litter over to see which 2 reacted the best to the 2x 7-week-old puppies. We picked those two.
Being raised together they consider themselves one litter, one pack. They don’t define ‘pack’ the same way, but their behavior suggests they do agree on many points, and they routinely swap species’ traits. The cats come when called; the dogs sometimes lick their paws to wash their face and lie along the top of the sofa back (they’re 50+ lbs). When another dog enters the yard, the dog sisters are the defensive line, protecting the cat sisters. Nothing hostile, just…an obvious, cooperative strategic placement. It’s amazing how well they get along.
My morning begins before daylight. Make coffee in the dark, put out a little fish for The Skinamalink. Buddy the Cat joins me in the living room. He sits on the coffee table for his pets and scratches while the coffee brews. I take the first cup back to the den, and sit on the futon. Skinnies jumps up in my lap, and dozes there all curled up while I achieve consciousness.
The Skinamalink is quiet, and mysterious. Buddy the Cat is pompous, loud, and demanding. He’s got a voice like the siren on a fire engine. If Buddy the Cat is king of the house, Skinnies is the prime minister, the true power behind the throne. They hang around while I’m working in the yard, and join me in the gazebo for breaks. I prefer their company to just about everyone and everything else.
I like cats. I grew up with cats. But Lordy, the things cat people say and think are tiresome.
H (science denier)May 31, 2021, 4:34 PM
One of the best cat books ever is The Cat From Hue by John Laurence. It is not all about the kitten he hauled out of Hue during the battle and brought back to the Land of the Big PX, of course, but it is a hell of a good read.
JackJune 15, 2022, 1:39 PM
Never cared much for cats. Too much dander and their habit of walking on kitchen counters and dining room tables doesn’t suit my style. A number of years ago after being divorced I met a woman that I wanted to go out with. Cute and blonde but a heavy smoker and she had cats. The last two things I found out on date night.
When I picked her I could smell her so the deal was already broken but I’m a gent and we had an evening out. Brought her home and she invited me in so I thought what the heck and went inside her house. She had a lard ass son who was laying on their sofa, stretched out eating and playing vid games and 2-3 cats and a couple of pit bulls. Cats were walking on the kitchen counters and dining room table, the pitfalls were outside acting just as if they had lost their minds and beyond them was an in ground pool with water the color of coffee and assorted tree limbs and leaves.
The place reeked of cat piss so I bailed as quickly as possible, got home and threw my clothing into a plastic bag for the laundry and the shoes went outside to be cleaned later. I like cats but I have absolutely no use whatever for them.
Chuck FireJune 15, 2022, 4:34 PM
The Incredible Dr. Pol, a TV vet from Michigan, says of cats: “they come around asking for a handout, you feed them, they move in and make you their slave”. Pretty smart for a recently domesticated (2000 years) animal!
KlausJune 15, 2022, 5:19 PM
I guess I’m out of this sowing circle with five GSPs and no cats. The crazy neighbor down the road a bit has 30 cats maybe more so it all evens out.
Gordon ScottJune 15, 2022, 5:32 PM
Most people have seen the video of the cat fighting off a dog who was trying to kidnap a toddler.
@Chuck Fire .. Thats how we obtained our first cat. She hung around our house, and my 6 year old daughter started feeding her and then taking her inside, until finally it was “Oh Daddy, can we keep her?” Both females had played me like a fiddle
Within a few months, I couldnt help but notice that Whiskers had gained a lot of weight, which I assumed because she was eating regularly. My wife suspected something else. In fact she was pregnant, and one evening birthed a kitten in our closet. Later that night the wife and I heard a commotion and the wife asks me to see if W was Ok.
So I go over and hear W purring like a car engine and I said, “She sounds pretty damn OK to me, you should hear how shes purring! .. and then it was, “Omigod, there’s a second mini-furball in here; wait a minute, there’s THREE of them now!”
And thats how I got suckered into becoming the owner of four cats
Teri PittmanJune 15, 2022, 6:47 PM
I am down to one cat now, a Scottish Fold named Fanny. She can play fetch. I think she looks at me like a slightly retarded mama cat. She travels well. I sometimes think she would rather travel with me than stay home. She tolerates my dog Jake, and he is terribly jealous when she gets attention. I’ve had cats most of my life, with a few really memorable ones. I like both cats and dogs. They are special in different ways
In other rescue news: a passerby at a Minnesota highway rest stop on a hot day noticed a car with what turned out to be 47 cats inside. The local humane society responded and is now taking care of the cats (thankfully, didn’t automatically euthanize them, as happens too often in these situations). The cat daddy (yes, a dude; no “crazy cat lady” jokes needed here) was living in the car with the cats because he’d recently lost his home, and is getting help from local social services.
I was snoozin’ on the sofa when she came in from work
She started baby-talkin’ as she laid down her purse
“How’s mama’s pookie-wookie? How’s her big sweetie-pie?”
I kinda smiled and I opened one eye
“Did mama’s hunky lovey-dovey have a hard day?”
I was just about to answer when I heard her say
“He’s so fat and lazy but he’s sweet as can be”
That’s when I knew she wasn’t talking to me
Oh, I wish she talked to me like that
Didn’t care where I scratched or sat
Gave me praise for being lazy and fat
But she only talks that way to the cat– oh yeah
She only talks that way to the cat
And would you look at him? He’s just an ugly big ball of fur
He acts as if he doesn’t care a thing about her
He doesn’t work, he’s never even caught a small mouse
But she treats him like he’s king of the house
I’m a little overweight and I treat her like I don’t care
I’ve been laid off of work, I ain’t goin’ nowhere
But it’s a mystery I simply can’t understand
What she loves in that cat, she can’t stand in a man
Oh, I wish she talked to me like that
Didn’t care where I scratched or sat
Gave me praise for being lazy and fat
But she only talks that way to the cat– oh yeah
She only talks that way to that big ol’ cat.
Meow!
Our grand cat Ellie hates it when we’re gone. She throws a shit fit, when we’re packing our travel kit. Tonight at the VA house in Reno, I discovered she put some of her cat food in my back pack. Six chunks.
Last week, maybe two weeks ago, I’d drawn and Eason salts hot bath, I’m headed down the hall when I her a huge splash. Out of the bathroom runs Ellie soaking wet. Who knows?
Gordon ScottJune 16, 2022, 10:28 AM
The tomcat who lived in my previous house knew that when the suitcase appeared on the bed, I would be gone, and he didn’t like that. He tried to destroy it more than once.
Now I’m gone permanently, and I miss him. He was a bud. Had he only known how to meow in English, he would have fit right in here at AD. Many an evening we had a conversation about how screwed up things are.
How much of a bud? The new boyfriend at my old house is fine, on the main floor. But when he’s upstairs in the bed, the tomcat goes off on him. He Doesn’t Belong There. My ex has to shut the door to keep him out. I actually really feel bad about leaving him, but he was nominally “her” cat.
Univ of Saigon 68June 16, 2022, 8:30 AM
Post an article on the latest Democrat stupidity – 4 comments.
Post about cats – 22 comments.
VanderleunJune 16, 2022, 9:03 AM
What is there to say, really, about the latest stupidity that isn’t really the same except for details. They have become the enemy. They need to be dealt with that way and, maybe, at some point they will be. Until then they will plague the world like the demons they are.
Democrat stupidity isn’t interesting. It’s just more-more of same-same.
Cats, however, are a mystery that will never be solved and, oh yes, without cats today the human race would starve to death.
PA CatJune 16, 2022, 2:24 PM
IMHO, the ugliest one-eyed, torn-eared, and otherwise battle-scarred tomcat is an icon of beauty next to the Bidens (sire and son), Schumer, Schiff, Garland, Blinken, and all the other Demo-Rat lesions on the body politic.
Henri’ The Cat is a French Canadian guy with an existential bearing and outlook about his life that only the French are capable of. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0M7ibPk37_U
We kind of have a cat-hobby-farm, with 10 in total.
When TDW was recovering from surgery, 4 of them were on watch, so to speak, swapping off “duty”, such that four (differing members of the coterie among that four) were nearly always there.
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My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
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Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
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Poets wrote down words that did fit
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Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
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Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
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Lost dreams and found dreams
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Leave it all for a while
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And your worries behind
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Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
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Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
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Until I see
My shining light
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Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
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our last cat was given us by our vet, she lived for 14 years.
she was playful, affectionate, amusing, frisky.
I discovered she could fetch and was thrilled, on occasion she’d do what we asked her to do.
dogs want to be people and will compromise themselves to do that.
cats will have nothing other than having you learn to cat.
including a sentient being in your life that don’t give a hoot what you expect out of them is good for a person.
I like to think of cats as “self propelled home furnishings”
When my brothers get on me about how cats dont measure up to dogs, I allow that “the whole cat thing probably wouldn’t work if they looked like Norwegian Brown Sewer Rats. Good thing that they’re the most beautiful of all God’s creatures.”
A while back my daughter sent me a pic of Margaux, her imperious Maine Coon sporting an “off with their heads” expression and I dubbed her Margaux Antoinette — They want Kittles; let them eat Fancy Feast
Who was it that said, cats don’t really live with people they are just roommates!.
I have two, both are grand cats. My daughter had to have Scout who some how got left here and is I think 21 now. Born in our closet, raised in the bathtub. Dam thing thinks my wife and me are her cat parents. She and our golden-retriever are best of friends, sleep together, on their rug.
The second cat traveled the world with my daughter and son in law in the Air Force. “ O forward Air Controller, also managed JTAC’s,,,,,,They split, she went back to college for her masters, some how the cats still here with us.
It’s true cats are great fun, loving temperamental demanding, but as loyal as my grand dog. My animals love music, daily lay in front of my booming speakers, letting the music sooth them. I sometimes think they each have a favorite flavor in music! Classical, old black jazz seem to be their favorite.
I like animals far more then people.
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Dogs have owners, cats have staff.
I have a “cat-dog”, a cat that has much of the personality of a dog. Comes when called, comes into the room wherever I am and tries to sit on my lap or otherwise be in contact with me. Follows me around the house at my heel. She can’t get fetch down, but plays with toy mouses and string I control, as well as chases a laser around, which is fun for the both of us.
To give her company when away we got a second cat, who is more a “cat-cat” and won’t come when called, but still very affectionate and loving. And the two get along like sisters, sleeping together, grooming each other etc.
And I get all this without the hyperactive jumping , uncontrolled licking, barking at the moon and waking me and the neighbors, having to walk daily, or having to clean up poop in the yard or sidewalk.
Not sure what the benefits of dogs are at all.
Last year we got two barn cats to keep down the rodent population. One is jet black, we named her Panther. The other is almost all black with about 25 white hairs spaced hither and yon on her belly. We named her Whitey. Our woke daughter thought that was offensive and we suggested changing it to Honky. That was not well received.
They follow us around the ranch on hikes and lay up under a tree near whatever our project du jour may be. Behavior is more like dogs. Our goats love the cats, but care little for our two dogs. The dogs have a peculiar whine when they see the cats down by the barn. It used to scare the cats, now they both lay on the furniture on the front porch in order to torment the dogs. Cats are devious.
I’ve had my Shannon for almost 7 years now and if I move 3″ to the left she does to. Both of us can’t wait for me to get back when I leave the compound. Neither is whole without the other. She prefers to lay wound up in the spokes of my chair and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rolled over her big bushy tail. I can’t see her when she’s under my chair, just parts of her sticking out, if I look. But if I’m in a hurry sometimes the tail is victimized. She’ll skidaddle with her hurt feelings and I’ll say “Come here and gimma sum” and she’ll be on me like stink on a monkey, tail waggin to beat the band. All is better now.
I laid down on the couch and dropped off immediately in a coma. In a bit I was aware of weight on my chest and upon opening my eyes big ol’ Bella-boo eyes was looking down at me. Long haired black n white, she’s our Mama-moo. Had 5 babies 2 weeks after she ventured onto the compound. We kept her and 1 baby and gave the others away. Somebody throwed her away and I have no idea why. People is strange, and we’re the better off for it, now we have Bella. Her “official name is “Isabella Rosalini” and the 1 baby we kept was the runt, the last out the gate, and she’s “Sparkle”. Looks like her mom but with a little bit of light orange here and there. When I get Sparkles back bone she hunkers down on the floor and sticks her rear up in the air. Got 2 torties too., from a shelter when they were babies, 10 years ago. Caramel and Tawny Autumn. You rarely see one without the other. Sisters for life. Our animals live like royalty. They have their own bedroom and their own screened in back porch. You could come in our house right now and walk one end to the other and never see, or smell, a cat. But they’d see, and smell, you. I always have dry Iams dog food in my left pocket and dry Iams cat food in my right pocket. I load up every morning and I’m empty at rack time. Our animals are our fambly.
This being Memorial Day weekend (my grandmother on my mother’s side of the family always called it Decoration Day, which tells you that there used to be many who remembered the holiday’s original connection with the Civil War), I thought Lincoln’s fondness for cats might be worth noting. I will excuse the Treasury official quoted in the following source for his verbal microaggression against Felis catus: “[Lincoln] was fond of dumb animals, especially cats. I have seen him fondle one for an hour.”
The source [https://www.presidentialpetmuseum.com/pets/abraham-lincoln-cats/] goes on to say that Lincoln had two cats named Tabby and Dixie in the White House that had been given to him by William Seward, his Secretary of State. “The president doted on the cats, which he named Tabby and Dixie, so much that he once fed Tabby from the table during a formal dinner at the White House. When Lincoln’s embarrassed wife later observed that the action was ‘shameful in front of their guests,’ the president replied, ‘If the gold fork was good enough for former President James Buchanan, I think it is good enough for Tabby.'” . . . . [Side note: JB can finally rest in peace, now that he’s no longer the worst president in U.S. history–ed.]
“At one point during his first term, Lincoln was said to have observed in frustration, ‘Dixie is smarter than my whole cabinet! And furthermore she doesn’t talk back!'”
The source concludes with an account of Lincoln’s visit to Grant, Sherman, and [Admiral David] Porter at City Point in early 1865. Lincoln heard the sound of kittens mewing nearby and not only spent time with them but gave instructions for their care when he found out their mother had been killed. “Porter recalled that Lincoln stroked the cats’ fur and quietly told them, ‘Kitties, thank God you are cats, and can’t understand this terrible strife that is going on.'”
Apropos of the difference between dogs and cats that other commenters have remarked on, my vet put it this way: Dogs see humans as leaders of the pack; cats see humans as retarded overgrown kittens who need constant supervision and training.
We’ve just raised 2 litter-mate dogs and 2 litter-mate cats together. The dogs are 2 weeks older than the cats, but we raised them all from about 5 weeks of age – early, in other words, just weaned. But we picked the 2 cats by bringing the whole litter over to see which 2 reacted the best to the 2x 7-week-old puppies. We picked those two.
Being raised together they consider themselves one litter, one pack. They don’t define ‘pack’ the same way, but their behavior suggests they do agree on many points, and they routinely swap species’ traits. The cats come when called; the dogs sometimes lick their paws to wash their face and lie along the top of the sofa back (they’re 50+ lbs). When another dog enters the yard, the dog sisters are the defensive line, protecting the cat sisters. Nothing hostile, just…an obvious, cooperative strategic placement. It’s amazing how well they get along.
My morning begins before daylight. Make coffee in the dark, put out a little fish for The Skinamalink. Buddy the Cat joins me in the living room. He sits on the coffee table for his pets and scratches while the coffee brews. I take the first cup back to the den, and sit on the futon. Skinnies jumps up in my lap, and dozes there all curled up while I achieve consciousness.
The Skinamalink is quiet, and mysterious. Buddy the Cat is pompous, loud, and demanding. He’s got a voice like the siren on a fire engine. If Buddy the Cat is king of the house, Skinnies is the prime minister, the true power behind the throne. They hang around while I’m working in the yard, and join me in the gazebo for breaks. I prefer their company to just about everyone and everything else.
JWM
I like cats. I grew up with cats. But Lordy, the things cat people say and think are tiresome.
One of the best cat books ever is The Cat From Hue by John Laurence. It is not all about the kitten he hauled out of Hue during the battle and brought back to the Land of the Big PX, of course, but it is a hell of a good read.
Never cared much for cats. Too much dander and their habit of walking on kitchen counters and dining room tables doesn’t suit my style. A number of years ago after being divorced I met a woman that I wanted to go out with. Cute and blonde but a heavy smoker and she had cats. The last two things I found out on date night.
When I picked her I could smell her so the deal was already broken but I’m a gent and we had an evening out. Brought her home and she invited me in so I thought what the heck and went inside her house. She had a lard ass son who was laying on their sofa, stretched out eating and playing vid games and 2-3 cats and a couple of pit bulls. Cats were walking on the kitchen counters and dining room table, the pitfalls were outside acting just as if they had lost their minds and beyond them was an in ground pool with water the color of coffee and assorted tree limbs and leaves.
The place reeked of cat piss so I bailed as quickly as possible, got home and threw my clothing into a plastic bag for the laundry and the shoes went outside to be cleaned later. I like cats but I have absolutely no use whatever for them.
The Incredible Dr. Pol, a TV vet from Michigan, says of cats: “they come around asking for a handout, you feed them, they move in and make you their slave”. Pretty smart for a recently domesticated (2000 years) animal!
I guess I’m out of this sowing circle with five GSPs and no cats. The crazy neighbor down the road a bit has 30 cats maybe more so it all evens out.
Most people have seen the video of the cat fighting off a dog who was trying to kidnap a toddler.
https://youtu.be/E1k4wNXfDB8
Here is one where the cat defends a toddler from the babysitter:
https://youtu.be/YKT3yopL5gk
@Chuck Fire .. Thats how we obtained our first cat. She hung around our house, and my 6 year old daughter started feeding her and then taking her inside, until finally it was “Oh Daddy, can we keep her?” Both females had played me like a fiddle
Within a few months, I couldnt help but notice that Whiskers had gained a lot of weight, which I assumed because she was eating regularly. My wife suspected something else. In fact she was pregnant, and one evening birthed a kitten in our closet. Later that night the wife and I heard a commotion and the wife asks me to see if W was Ok.
So I go over and hear W purring like a car engine and I said, “She sounds pretty damn OK to me, you should hear how shes purring! .. and then it was, “Omigod, there’s a second mini-furball in here; wait a minute, there’s THREE of them now!”
And thats how I got suckered into becoming the owner of four cats
I am down to one cat now, a Scottish Fold named Fanny. She can play fetch. I think she looks at me like a slightly retarded mama cat. She travels well. I sometimes think she would rather travel with me than stay home. She tolerates my dog Jake, and he is terribly jealous when she gets attention. I’ve had cats most of my life, with a few really memorable ones. I like both cats and dogs. They are special in different ways
How about 13….. all at once !
https://www.fox5ny.com/news/driver-spots-tiny-kitten-on-side-of-the-road-ends-up-rescuing-13
In other rescue news: a passerby at a Minnesota highway rest stop on a hot day noticed a car with what turned out to be 47 cats inside. The local humane society responded and is now taking care of the cats (thankfully, didn’t automatically euthanize them, as happens too often in these situations). The cat daddy (yes, a dude; no “crazy cat lady” jokes needed here) was living in the car with the cats because he’d recently lost his home, and is getting help from local social services.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfJczKtbZRw&ab_channel=FOX9Minneapolis-St.Paul
Mark Steyn’s version of Ray Stevens’ “Cat Song”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6j-qvO4GSk&ab_channel=MarkSteyn
I was snoozin’ on the sofa when she came in from work
She started baby-talkin’ as she laid down her purse
“How’s mama’s pookie-wookie? How’s her big sweetie-pie?”
I kinda smiled and I opened one eye
“Did mama’s hunky lovey-dovey have a hard day?”
I was just about to answer when I heard her say
“He’s so fat and lazy but he’s sweet as can be”
That’s when I knew she wasn’t talking to me
Oh, I wish she talked to me like that
Didn’t care where I scratched or sat
Gave me praise for being lazy and fat
But she only talks that way to the cat– oh yeah
She only talks that way to the cat
And would you look at him? He’s just an ugly big ball of fur
He acts as if he doesn’t care a thing about her
He doesn’t work, he’s never even caught a small mouse
But she treats him like he’s king of the house
I’m a little overweight and I treat her like I don’t care
I’ve been laid off of work, I ain’t goin’ nowhere
But it’s a mystery I simply can’t understand
What she loves in that cat, she can’t stand in a man
Oh, I wish she talked to me like that
Didn’t care where I scratched or sat
Gave me praise for being lazy and fat
But she only talks that way to the cat– oh yeah
She only talks that way to that big ol’ cat.
Meow!
Our grand cat Ellie hates it when we’re gone. She throws a shit fit, when we’re packing our travel kit. Tonight at the VA house in Reno, I discovered she put some of her cat food in my back pack. Six chunks.
Last week, maybe two weeks ago, I’d drawn and Eason salts hot bath, I’m headed down the hall when I her a huge splash. Out of the bathroom runs Ellie soaking wet. Who knows?
The tomcat who lived in my previous house knew that when the suitcase appeared on the bed, I would be gone, and he didn’t like that. He tried to destroy it more than once.
Now I’m gone permanently, and I miss him. He was a bud. Had he only known how to meow in English, he would have fit right in here at AD. Many an evening we had a conversation about how screwed up things are.
How much of a bud? The new boyfriend at my old house is fine, on the main floor. But when he’s upstairs in the bed, the tomcat goes off on him. He Doesn’t Belong There. My ex has to shut the door to keep him out. I actually really feel bad about leaving him, but he was nominally “her” cat.
Post an article on the latest Democrat stupidity – 4 comments.
Post about cats – 22 comments.
What is there to say, really, about the latest stupidity that isn’t really the same except for details. They have become the enemy. They need to be dealt with that way and, maybe, at some point they will be. Until then they will plague the world like the demons they are.
Democrat stupidity isn’t interesting. It’s just more-more of same-same.
Cats, however, are a mystery that will never be solved and, oh yes, without cats today the human race would starve to death.
IMHO, the ugliest one-eyed, torn-eared, and otherwise battle-scarred tomcat is an icon of beauty next to the Bidens (sire and son), Schumer, Schiff, Garland, Blinken, and all the other Demo-Rat lesions on the body politic.
Henri’ The Cat is a French Canadian guy with an existential bearing and outlook about his life that only the French are capable of.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0M7ibPk37_U
We kind of have a cat-hobby-farm, with 10 in total.
When TDW was recovering from surgery, 4 of them were on watch, so to speak, swapping off “duty”, such that four (differing members of the coterie among that four) were nearly always there.