Posted on 08/03/2013 5:36:01 AM PDT by Daffynition
I’m not really a cat person and this evidently makes me an excellent cat owner!
I briefly pet our cat if she comes up to me, I groom her in very short bouts, I feed her and take care of the litter box, and that’s it.
She’s happy, a great mouser, and she enjoys climbing on my husband (I don’t like that). Our relationship is “cordial”.
I took an old dog-sized pin brush, and clipped two spring clamps onto the handle. They prevent it from rolling over onto the bristle side. It’s on the floor in the living room. She brushes her head with it all the time!
You may be on to something.
I discovered a small book in her box (not really, but it's a classic):
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now ...
“*snicker* Anything that dangles is a cat toy.”
Which is why us guys have to be very careful getting out of the shower. :)
Depends how far the cat has to jump. ;^)
If you google image Nicky the cat behaviorist, Nicky Whelan will also appear on the page.
Oh my.
I have always been fond of cats for the exact reasons you describe... the connection you’ve drawn between feline behavior and feminine behavior is obvious... it’s no wonder I like cats.
Pretty moggie...primordial stance! LOL
Purrfect! :)
LOL! Thank you for that! Saved for posterity...
Thankfully, the resulting choking scream I gave out convinced him to instantly bolt out the window and not return until well-past dinnertime.
You both rock. Kitties are the greatest thing in the universe.
Although I saw some beautiful puppehs at the vet this morning,
Here they are:
They’re beautiful!
Mao , in Mandarin, means “the animal that makes the mao (meow) sound.” Whenever anyone looks at her and says her name, she “maos right back!” She cracks my friends up doing that.
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