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11. Posted by vegasmike6 (Travel Guru 3562 posts) 7y

James,
Let's be honest here. The world is chock full of nut jobs and hypocrites. You pointed out a perfect example. I have worked directly with the public and quickly found out common sense was not as common as I once thought.

12. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Quoting bex76

Cats are serene, clean and independent, but also very affectionate. and they bury their poo - how many times have you ever trodden in cat poo? and cats never smell, unlike most dogs.

Sorry Bex!

Just by going from James', Mike's and your posts, I assume Andy and friends are/were "only children" cats. We have 6 inside presently (though we've had as many as 12) and we have 15 outside. Inside kids stay inside and outside stay outside. Most of the inside kids were "bottle babies" - abandoned by their mom 1-2 days after birth so I became their mom, including the bottle feedings every 2-3 hours in the beginning. (I've bottle-fed more kittens over the last 20 years that I've lost count. I'm sure there will be more.) I have learned these things about cats:

Serenity - a term that can be used for 2 or less cats in a household, otherwise - shear chaos, especially if they range in age as ours do (2-14 years). The only time they are serene is when they are sleeping and, of course, they don't all sleep at the same time unless you get them all" nipped up" on catnip. Granted, there will be at least 2 hours of tag at high speeds and "nip wars" as they try to steal each other's nip. After the flurry of flying fur settles, so do they. (Ah, peace and quiet for a short while.)

Clean - okay, can sort of agree with that if you don't count the kitty litter stuck to their paws that then is deposited in a trail from the boxes to the kitchen. Bodily cleanliness is an ongoing process and the best "bathtub" is beerman's or my lap. Though, they are considerate and try to bathe us at the same time.

Independent - again, I can sort of agree when they aren't all under my feet, all wanting to be right where I am all day (and evening) long, vying for attention or food or toys. Out of 6 we have 1 truly independent cat and that's still iffy most of the time.

Affectionate - absolutely. And, they drool - a lot. A happy cat is a kneading, purring, drooling puddle of love.

Bury their poo - hahahahahahahahaha!!!! Though Harry has elected himself keeper of the litterboxess (we have 6 of those too). He goes in, spends 5 minutes digging and digging and digging. He then comes out, howls for a minute or two, then goes into the next one and digs some more. He does this routine regularly regardless the time of day. Love the 2am dig and howl sessions. Oh, and there are those who go into the box, think they are in far enough (but aren't) and drop their little load right outside the box. Yes, I have stepped in cat poo because our longhaired one has a "dangler" now and again. Nothing like coming downstairs in the dark and stepping on something you can't see. You spend a few seconds hoping it was just a hairball. We won't even get into those.

Cats never smell - another agreement. Though Lilly has the breath of a yak and loves to yawn right in your face.

Jealous - since cats believe they own you, the more you have, the more jealousy that abounds. Ever have a cat give you the "evil eye" because you're holding someone else? We've nicknamed Moe "Miss Evil" because of her stare and because she is...

Devious - these wonderful little drooling puddles of love can quickly transform into devious little puddles. Don't want me drinking out of the fish tank? Fine, I'll knock everything off the cover. Don't want me blocking the stairs? Cool, up on the counter and look for food defrosting in the sink. Don't want me in your lap right now? Okay, I'll be drinking out of your water glass when you take a bathroom break. Oh, and did I mention - I just licked my butt!!! Mwahahahahaha!!!!

Don't get me wrong - I love cats! But, I can also feel Doug's pain with the late night disturbances. The female howls the equivalent of "F*ck me silly" until a willing male shows up. He grabs her by the back of the neck, just in case she changes her mind, and then they both howl. This will go on for hours because he's sure she can't get enough and she's going to argue the point. (Thankfully, my indoor kids are all neutered.)

13. Posted by chayisun (Budding Member 163 posts) 7y

Geez... I DO like cats. I was only posting a story about two cats who were very upset. This post has gotten way out of hand, as it were.

If one reads the post I put out there I said I LIKE most cats.... Not the two who were screaming at each other.

I also like lions, panthers, cheetahs, tigers, snow leopards and, if I've missed any, I like them, too.

Not very fond of spiders. Not that I wlould harm a spider. I wouldn't make one a pet, or anything.I just ignore them.

Also, I am not a fan of the mouse. If that makes me a bad person so be it. Once again, won't hurt one but would rather not become friends with any.

Like donkeys...and horses. Not too fond of camels.....they spit....

Had a pet praying mantis, once....

So, to all those upset cat lovers......Go hug your cat and relax.....

14. Posted by james (Travel Guru 4136 posts) 7y

Quoting Isadora

[quote=bex76]The female howls the equivalent of "F*ck me silly" until a willing male shows up. He grabs her by the back of the neck, just in case she changes her mind, and then they both howl. This will go on for hours because he's sure she can't get enough and she's going to argue the point. (Thankfully, my indoor kids are all neutered.)

I can relate to that.

Enough said

15. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Quoting chayisun

I also like lions, panthers, cheetahs, tigers, snow leopards and, if I've missed any, I like them, too.

Cougar, ocelot, jaguar, bobcat, jaguarundi, margay, serval, caracal, lynx... (And they like you too, Doug.)

Not very fond of spiders. Not that I wlould harm a spider. I wouldn't make one a pet, or anything.I just ignore them.

Well, we know the consequences of harming a spider. Sue would be mad. Then there would be the ritual grave-digging and funeral and saying a few kind words about the deceased. Better to ignore them. I like spiders - except for the 2 brown recluse who decided to visit one day. Don't tell Sue but they are now deceased.

Had a pet praying mantis, once....

Now there's a warm and cuddly pet.

Go hug your cat.....

I was going to go give the kids hugs just because you said so but then had to reconsider that idea. First, they were all sleeping so took advantage of the serenity while it lasted. Second, I was busy baking for Thanksgiving. As much as I don't appreciate the
the late night orgy in the yard or Harry on box duty (though glad he uses them), I really hate whiny relatives when they find a clump of fur in their pumpkin pie. They're all cat owners, you'd think they'd be used to picking cat hair out of their teeth by now. Yeesh!

16. Posted by vegasmike6 (Travel Guru 3562 posts) 7y

Gretchen,
I was commenting on one well behaved cat, not a gaggle of cats! Andy likes to sleep outside, all year! No litterbox, no problems, so far. He comes in when we open a door and sits by the door when
he wants out. Very polite.

I don't want to thread on sensitive toes, but could some of the problems enumerated be the result of sheer numbers? Would not one, perhaps two cats be enough? I'm just sayin'....

17. Posted by chayisun (Budding Member 163 posts) 7y

The carasal? Isn't that something that goes around and around and has wooden horses and stuff on it?

Think I saw one in the park.

As for the praying mantis, it was part of a school project..Many years ago. I think it's
probably dead, now. I had it for a week, named it Barnie. It wasn't really
too smart..Never answered to its name.

As for feeding it, well, it really liked flys. Live flys....I used to chase flys around the
backyard trying to catch them with a butterfly net. When I had caught one I'd take
it to Bernie and put the fly in his glass jar...And watch....Not much happened as I
think Bernie was afraid of the fly.

I would leave them to-gether, the fly and the praying mantis thinking maybe
they would become friends. When I returned the fly was gone. I think he flew
away.......Bernie was smoking a cigarette and I think he burped.....

I also had a pet guppy named Alvin. He used to swim around in his tank. Our cat,
yes, I had one, took a great interest in the guppy. , Bert, that was his name although,
after he had kittens, we changed her name to Bertha, always spent a lot of time
sitting beside the fish tank.

Anyway, one day I looked into the tank to see how Alvin was doing. I couldn't find him.

Bertha was sitting beside the fish tank and I think she burped....

When I was about ten my Uncle Doug took me fishing. Needless to say, I caught a
largemouth bass. I told Uncle Doug that I wanted to take it home to show my parents.

I named the fish Herbie.....

So, he put Herbie, the bass, into a large bucket and , when I got home, bucket with Herbie
swimming around iside, I ran into the house to show everyone my huge new pet fish...

Nobody was home.

So, I did what any kid would do. I filled up the bathtub, put Herbie into the tub
and went out to play.....

Anyway, eventually my parents returned home and later that evening i was called
in for dinner. We had fish....

After supper I hurried into the bathroom to see how Herbie was doing....He wasn't there..

I think I burped......

18. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Quoting vegasmike6

Gretchen,
I was commenting on one well behaved cat, not a gaggle of cats! Andy likes to sleep outside, all year! No litterbox, no problems, so far. He comes in when we open a door and sits by the door when
he wants out. Very polite.

I don't want to thread on sensitive toes, but could some of the problems enumerated be the result of sheer numbers? Would not one, perhaps two cats be enough? I'm just sayin'....

A gaggle of kittens is a litter, a kindle or an intrigue. A gaggle of cats is actually a clowder, a pounce or a nuisance. I can see this as kittens are intriguing to watch because they are intrigued by everything. Then they grow up and become a nuisance.

I started out just having Licorice and Lalania. Then one day Cyrus wandered in and stayed for awhile. Like Andy, he lived outside but would come in to visit. I lived on the second floor but he never took the back stairs to get to my porch. Instead, he would climb a 10 foot fence, walk along the top, jump to the clothesline support and a final huge leap to the porch. It was shear acrobatics. He belonged to a family on the next street but they decided to "liberate" him by letting him out and not feeding him anymore. He was a perfect guest - until he didn't return one day. After that, I inherited Nellie. Shortly after that Hamlet moved in and brought Kris with him. They were a happy family of 4 until we moved out to the country. We became the cat depository for ones our friends had to give up for assorted reasons and then inherited my dad's cat. Oh, also got a blue point siamese as a gift from a cat breeder when she retired. She was paying me back for being the best vet tech she'd ever worked with - so enter Igor. It went from 2 to 12 and over the 20 years, dwindled down to our present gaggle.

No worries about treading on toes - I'm wearing my steel-tipped sea turtle slippers. Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. I miss them dearly when they pass away (all have lived very long lives) and there will be another "bottle baby" in need at some point. Duncan passed recently and shortly after that, Olaf, a small beige kitten wandered in. Olaf is an outside cat but has stuck around for the free buffet. Besides, kitty litter and clumps of fur are why vacuum cleaners were invented. I'm also known around town as the "Cat Lady". I get my revenge - I give them catnip. ;)

19. Posted by Isadora (Travel Guru 13926 posts) 7y

Since you brought up fish, Doug... About 2 weeks ago I thought our plecostomus, Sharky, was dead as a doornail. He's a very large pleco and shares his tank with Pugly, a very large goldfish. Sharky is usually cleaning the sides of the tank or the rocks. He's a very active fish. On this particular day, he hadn't moved from one spot on the bottom - I mean not for hours and hours and hours. This was very suspicious. His mouth was not moving, his gills were not moving, nothing about him was moving. Not even Pugly bugging him got him to move. So, after about 9 hours I concluded Sharky was now a non-living entity. I rolled up my shirt sleeve, reached down to the bottom to retrieve the lifeless fish so he can have a proper burial in the Pet Semetery. God forbid - I touched him. He scared me as much as I scared him. Zooooom - away he went to the other side of the tank and not too pleased. I'm surprised the shock of being touched didn't do him in on the spot. I apologized profusely for disturbing him. He still wasn't pleased. I do believe he's learned his lesson though. He hasn't laid at the bottom like a log since then. I think he's done being mad at me too. I think I saw him smile yesterday.

20. Posted by vegasmike6 (Travel Guru 3562 posts) 7y

Quoting Isadora

I'm also known around town as the "Cat Lady".

Gretchen,
I don't want to be an alarmist, but we have all seen 'cat ladies' on the telly. An older lady living in an untidy trailer, surrounded by a plethora of untidy cats. This is not the way a respected moderator of the TP forum wants to be remembered. There is still time to reverse this troubling trend towards 'cat lady' status. We all paint our own portrait, you might want to change the colors a bit to include fewer cats! A word to wise should be sufficient.

[ Edit: Edited on Nov 27, 2008, at 11:34 AM by vegasmike6 ]