I’m trying to read this kee kee, and what I’m getting isn’t good.
Maybe not bad, but not good.
He’s not comfortable.
Yes, he.
An orange and white cat can be either gender, but an ALL orange cat is ALWAYS a male. This one just looks like a dood to me.
In spite of being in the presence of what is normally a happy thing, the bowl, the cat doesn’t appear to be happy. Maybe it was happy, but as the picture was taken something made it skeptical, wary, defensive. Not in attack mode but more like flee mode. Dart off to it’s right, as if a threat is possible from its left side.
If I was right there, and in spite of having never seen that cat before, through my words and my behavior it would almost instantly loosen up, become less tense, put on a happier face, and dare I say, be the kee kee it always is inside. I’m a practiced and dedicated expert.
How can any sane person view this and NOT believe she is NOT sane?
Or flat out lying?
Regardless, it would suit me to a T to watch someone’s fingers close around her air pipe and skwunch down hard until it snapped.
DTJuly 8, 2024, 3:46 PM
Couldn’t make it 10 sec through the clip. Politicians, actors, lawyers, TV personalities – all professional liars. And as a nation, we suck it up even while knowing it.
DTJuly 8, 2024, 3:53 PM
Cat: “I’m busy. Why are you bothering me?”
John A. FlemingJuly 9, 2024, 1:46 AM
I’m not a cat guy. A nice one is few and far between, most are demon a-holes. I have to watch them very carefully anytime I am in scratch distance, they can turn on a person so fast. It doesn’t matter how nice I try to be to them, giving them bits of food and scratching their head, they just have to attack because that’s who they are. Most of the time I can see the danger coming, but not always. Dang it cat, why you gotta be so mean?
And they are carriers of toxoplasmosis and other more nasty diseases. Which I probably have been infected with for many years now. We had a nice tomcat when I was a kid, he was nice and tolerant of us kids, he might bite or scratch once when we annoyed him too much but I didn’t seem to mind. But he was a fighter, he would go out at night and tussle with other cats, sometimes coming home all scratched and bloody. My parents castrated him, but he kept right on with his nightly battles.
I have a strange story about cats. One summer I stayed at University, took odd jobs, just enough to pay the bills, and then studied my own program on my free time, trying to get ahead in my schoolwork, researching topics I didn’t have time for during regular semester. I would go to the University jobs office and get referred out.
So one day they sent me to this strange and eccentric little old lady. She had a big house, with a big interior patio. She dressed like she was an old nun with a white veil and a simple white habit. No rosary or crucifix was evident. The place was full to overflowing with cats, at least fifty. She took care of cats, nursed the sick ones back to health. The job was to feed the cats and clean out their litter boxes. I wasn’t proud. She paid well enough, the job was easy, and I got to observe the behavior of a clowder of cats. Running in streams to the dinner bowls, with special meals for the sickly ones. Their various calls and vocalizations. A few cats were friendly and sucked up to me, the rest just wanted their meal. I didn’t see them fight over the communal bowls like dogs will do, instead they all just clustered around the bowl and dug in to the cat glop from a can.
I kept that up for the whole summer, then once school started I stopped. I was ashamed about that, still am, leaving her to her cats without my help. I never heard more about her, usually the cat hoarder ladies end up in the newspapers. From that summer I have had a lifetime’s worth of cat behavior experience. And I learned from first-hand experience what a cat-lady is and can be, before I even knew there was such a thing.
John A. FlemingJuly 9, 2024, 4:02 PM
That photo is quite the still-life composition. I’m not sure what artistic style that photo can be called. The flat back background that highlights the intense light on the cat, the bowl seen whose contents are a mystery. The cat checking out its environs and competitors before committing itself to the bowl. The flat earth tones and linear wall, the shapely curves of the bowl and cat. The strange shape of the cat itself.
It’s a very well done composition. Would not hang. I would not like that darn cat looking at me like that every time I entered the room.
ghostsniperJuly 9, 2024, 5:20 PM
Yeah, that cats mood is not what I would want on display. I just recently became aware of Bengal cats. Now that’s an animal to behold. Look em up. To me, some how it fur looks reptilian or sumfink.
But back tot components o0f the composition. I’m draw to the cap blocks on that wall. Notice the top edge. It appears to be a metal corner bead with a sand finish stucco overlay.
I’m also wondering about the “discoloration of the upper part of the whitish wall. I don’t think that is a shadow as the shadow is absent on the capstones. Maybe my occular glands are playing tricks on me again.
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I’m trying to read this kee kee, and what I’m getting isn’t good.
Maybe not bad, but not good.
He’s not comfortable.
Yes, he.
An orange and white cat can be either gender, but an ALL orange cat is ALWAYS a male. This one just looks like a dood to me.
In spite of being in the presence of what is normally a happy thing, the bowl, the cat doesn’t appear to be happy. Maybe it was happy, but as the picture was taken something made it skeptical, wary, defensive. Not in attack mode but more like flee mode. Dart off to it’s right, as if a threat is possible from its left side.
If I was right there, and in spite of having never seen that cat before, through my words and my behavior it would almost instantly loosen up, become less tense, put on a happier face, and dare I say, be the kee kee it always is inside. I’m a practiced and dedicated expert.
I’ve never seen this person before in my whole life. This video gave me a first impression of her.
Go take a look:
https://x.com/tomselliott/status/1807743463149985876
How can any sane person view this and NOT believe she is NOT sane?
Or flat out lying?
Regardless, it would suit me to a T to watch someone’s fingers close around her air pipe and skwunch down hard until it snapped.
Couldn’t make it 10 sec through the clip. Politicians, actors, lawyers, TV personalities – all professional liars. And as a nation, we suck it up even while knowing it.
Cat: “I’m busy. Why are you bothering me?”
I’m not a cat guy. A nice one is few and far between, most are demon a-holes. I have to watch them very carefully anytime I am in scratch distance, they can turn on a person so fast. It doesn’t matter how nice I try to be to them, giving them bits of food and scratching their head, they just have to attack because that’s who they are. Most of the time I can see the danger coming, but not always. Dang it cat, why you gotta be so mean?
And they are carriers of toxoplasmosis and other more nasty diseases. Which I probably have been infected with for many years now. We had a nice tomcat when I was a kid, he was nice and tolerant of us kids, he might bite or scratch once when we annoyed him too much but I didn’t seem to mind. But he was a fighter, he would go out at night and tussle with other cats, sometimes coming home all scratched and bloody. My parents castrated him, but he kept right on with his nightly battles.
I have a strange story about cats. One summer I stayed at University, took odd jobs, just enough to pay the bills, and then studied my own program on my free time, trying to get ahead in my schoolwork, researching topics I didn’t have time for during regular semester. I would go to the University jobs office and get referred out.
So one day they sent me to this strange and eccentric little old lady. She had a big house, with a big interior patio. She dressed like she was an old nun with a white veil and a simple white habit. No rosary or crucifix was evident. The place was full to overflowing with cats, at least fifty. She took care of cats, nursed the sick ones back to health. The job was to feed the cats and clean out their litter boxes. I wasn’t proud. She paid well enough, the job was easy, and I got to observe the behavior of a clowder of cats. Running in streams to the dinner bowls, with special meals for the sickly ones. Their various calls and vocalizations. A few cats were friendly and sucked up to me, the rest just wanted their meal. I didn’t see them fight over the communal bowls like dogs will do, instead they all just clustered around the bowl and dug in to the cat glop from a can.
I kept that up for the whole summer, then once school started I stopped. I was ashamed about that, still am, leaving her to her cats without my help. I never heard more about her, usually the cat hoarder ladies end up in the newspapers. From that summer I have had a lifetime’s worth of cat behavior experience. And I learned from first-hand experience what a cat-lady is and can be, before I even knew there was such a thing.
That photo is quite the still-life composition. I’m not sure what artistic style that photo can be called. The flat back background that highlights the intense light on the cat, the bowl seen whose contents are a mystery. The cat checking out its environs and competitors before committing itself to the bowl. The flat earth tones and linear wall, the shapely curves of the bowl and cat. The strange shape of the cat itself.
It’s a very well done composition. Would not hang. I would not like that darn cat looking at me like that every time I entered the room.
Yeah, that cats mood is not what I would want on display. I just recently became aware of Bengal cats. Now that’s an animal to behold. Look em up. To me, some how it fur looks reptilian or sumfink.
But back tot components o0f the composition. I’m draw to the cap blocks on that wall. Notice the top edge. It appears to be a metal corner bead with a sand finish stucco overlay.
I’m also wondering about the “discoloration of the upper part of the whitish wall. I don’t think that is a shadow as the shadow is absent on the capstones. Maybe my occular glands are playing tricks on me again.