When I met Mrs. RQSR in 1975 she had two dogs and a BIG black cat that loved me instantly. We were married three years later...me and Mrs. RQSR that is, not the cat.
Anyway since that time we’ve had a total of 30 dogs, and only the good lord knows how many cats have come and gone in our lives, but we are currently down to 14 cats here at the ranch that we claim as ours, with at least three or four more that visit on a daily basis from who knows where.
The cats are fun. They are a problem once in awhile, but mostly just get ‘em fixed, feed them the cheapest food you can buy, never give them the good stuff ever, pet them when they tell you they need a hug, and everything is just fine.
Time for someone to drag out the .gif where the cat paws at a guy who’s apparently hung himself and the body slowly, slowly twists in the wind...
aka unemployed
My daughter used to travel a lot and has a lot of interesting stories. One time she boarded the plane and sat down next to a lady who was nursing her baby, a blanket covering the baby for modesty. She was friendly enough and my daughter carried on a conversation with her until the nursing was done and the lady removed the blanket to reveal that her ‘baby’ was a cat.
I think that somewhere in the equation, you have to factor in one’s ability to stand the pervasive smell of cat pee.
LOL! WHO CARES! Any guy that isn't compassionate towards animals is a L O S E R.
I went over to my girlfriends house...and she had the nicest p---y.
Oh come on people, I was talking about her cat! I'm sorry, you can't say anything these days without people taking it as dirty. It disgusts me.
That cat was the best ---- I ever had
I can’t handle inside cats......fur, fur, fur....and SweetBaby is soooo allergic to them.
We can’t go into a house with them having been there, that he doesn’t automatically start sniffling and sometimes it goes into a full blown flu-like reaction.
The Thanksgiving after her death (four years this one coming), while out on the front patio with friends, I heard a kitten crying in the darkness. I called and out trotted Gracie, galloping to my ankles and crying to be picked up.
My two newest kittens .. SaraMichael and Rhiannon .. joined the family this summer in the same manner.
I grew up around dogs and always thought of myself as a dog person. But there's something about the independence of a cat and its ability to blend both affection and aloofness at the same time.
I have two of the fur-covered $h*t factories and would not trade them for anything. They are as faithful as any dog I’ve ever had and much lower maintenance. They greet me at the door like my last dog did, like to sit in my lap like the dog and attempt to edge me out of the comfy spot in bed like the dog did. They also seem to prefer me over my wife, just like the dog. As much as I love dogs, when the last one died there was nobody at home during the day to properly train a new one and the doggy smell, regular trips outside and chewing on everything is long gone. And yes, cats do rip off some nasty farts, but usually only when they are old or sick.
And, for the record, my kitties are all indoor-only. I have a latticework enclosed back porch which they have free access to through a cat-flapped back door whenever they feel the need to “return to nature”. They are completely safe there from all outside threats and can’t get out to annoy the neighbors. With their litter boxes out there (along with some industrial-strength orange/lemon deodorizers), we’re all happy.
Oh no! Is this me!? Am I a crazy cat lady!? I’m 28 years old, and I also have 3 cats. Yikes!! (not to mention, I’m also single...).
There is a chapter in M. Scott Peck’s “Road Less Traveled” about people that love pets just a little too much...it is a psychological problem...a need for control...problem with relating to humans...etc...
I had a friend who was going to have one of his cats put to sleep because it didn’t use the litter box as was getting old...he fancied himself the pet lover but was really a total control freak.
I have two cats.
I’m not a crazy cat lady.
Maybe a little crazy, but for sure I ain’t no lady.