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Cats: Definitely NOT trying to kill us all...
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My wife and I lived in Virginia for a while (tried the whole "going home again" thing, didn't work) and she fell victim to our first cat as a couple. Here we have a young Stardust (named by the wife):
He is a very affectionate cat. Also extremely chill but friendly to all strangers. I used to pick on the wife for the name, but not long after we got him, he hid a stash of catnip under the bed, and then would proceed to get high and do upside down laps under the bed! To make this image clear, one night I finally got tired of the noise (I just thought he was tearing the underside up, oh no I was so so very wrong) and popping myself over the edge of the bed, I see our little junkie, on his back, using his claws on the cloth under the bed to pull himself around and around! It wasn't until we moved out of the apartment and disassembled the bed that we found the packet of catnip. o_O
On the trip back to Wisconsin from Virginia, he freaked out and clawed the shit out of my wife. She saved his life because I was ready to toss him out the window (I do love my cats, but I love my wife more). When we got back we inherited her grandmother's house and her aunt's cats. Sadly Stardust and the older cats didn't get along, and after 9 months we finally gave him to friends who offered to take care of him. A year later our situation and that of out friends' changed (we lost the house and in the move the older cats ran away
Our cute little kitten had grown up, and out! Here's an image of my brother holding Stardust:
o_Oo_Oo_O Holy Crap what happened to our little hyperactive fuzzball??? (The friends had him neutered and overfed him D: )
So 2 years ago my wife and I decided we wanted another cat. So we went to the Humane Society and my wife fell in love at first site with Popcorn:
That image shows the beginning of how Popcorn, gotten for my wife, wound up as my cat. Also of note, from the Humane Society Popcorn was originally named Dulche. I didn't like the name and neither did my wife. She earned the name when at the first vet visit she violently protested the oral examination, causing the vet to ask a nurse to come help "...because the kitten is going all popcorn on me." Popcorn was a typical kitten, hyperactive and full of kitten qualities. But for whatever reason, I am her human:
She tolerates my wife, but doesn't allow other humans to get to touchy, feely. She has hissed at my brother and sister-in-law. Not only does she sleep in any of my clothes drawers:
But when she was young she slept on my head. These days she's content to greet me when my alarm clock goes off in the morning and then take my pillow to sleep the day away. I find this just too cute. I wish Stardust would sleep at my wife's feet though, cause he weighs a fuck-ton and it wakes me at night when I shift around and his lead ass has trapped my feet under the covers:
My mother's cat has something similar. When he wants food, it isn't always enough that you give him food, but he won't eat unless you start petting him (depends of course on the specialness of the food and the hunger of the cat). I think your cat just wants attention, and giving food is one form of attention. Obviously, he's an attention whore, just like your average regular cat.
I shall present - Agent Orange: The mega cat
She is huge.
Ain't no thang wrong for making matching capes for yourself and your cat to do some tabletop gaming.
PS2
FF X replay
PS3
God of War 1&2 HD
Rachet and Clank Future
MGS 4
Prince of Persia
360
Bayonetta
Fable 3
DS
FF: 4 heroes of light
Same
One time my cat caught a mouse and instead of killing it batted it hard against a car door, every time it tried to drag itself away it was THUNK, batted right back into the car door. This went on for almost half an hour, it was terrifying. On the upside my cat was really enjoying herself.
My cat is the most loving and affectionate thing ever. She'll run downstairs when I come home from work and jump all over the tables and counters trying to get me to pet her. She'll poke at me when I'm asleep until I wake up and let her under the covers.
She's bagged 3 mice and 1 bat, and is absolutely a ruthless killing machine.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcwxJ6jL_-Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvcJEC6IpgI
Those videos are from the first few days we had him. Now that he doesn't have worms, his gut has gone away and his eyes aren't all red.
He has, however, picked up some strange behaviors. He'll attack his own shadow, his own tail, and sometimes randomly just flip the fuck out and streak across the house. He's also learned to... I dunno... truncate his meows so they sound like monkey noises.
He used to have constant death-farts, but we also changed his diet, so that's more or less gone away. Sometimes he's still able to smoke us out of a room, though.
His favorite toy is a catnip mouse with an electronic "squeak".
The cause of those strange behaviors is actually an incurable condition known as "being a cat".
God my cat growing up was crazy awesome and sweet
she also had a vendetta against snakes. Loved torturing and killing them but never ate em at all. Wiped out pretty much the entire population in our area over the course of several years.
My experience with stray females is if you feed them, they will give you their nextborns and leave after that, which is how we've gotten all our cats.
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"Thank you for the tribute, sir. Your reward is my offspring. Care for them, or I will visit your soul in Hell."
Mine does. Not as often, but he's like fourteen and still will run around like a horse. It's louder than the people walking because of how our floor is.
He doesn't make weird non-cat noises but he totally thinks he's people. When I come back from school he'll hear my voice and then run out and yell at me until I pick him up. Also, when he's in a talkative mood, he'll talk back. Like, he'll meow, then wait for you to say something, then wait until you're done making noise and he'll do it again.
"Meow!"
"Hey, what's up?
"Meow!"
"I'm petting you. Aren't you going to stop making noises?"
"Mrowr."
"Ok, whatever."
"Mmmmew."
All I ever needed to know about cats I learned from law enforcement personal who have to investigate unattended deaths, especially ones where they don't find out the person died until weeks later.
If the person had a dog as a pet they usually find the dog dead curled up next to the owner having starved in the intervening weeks.
If the person had a cat they usually find the cat fat and happy having munched on the owner in the intervening weeks.
i don't need suicidal devotion...
My wife's old cat, Digger, used to leave snakes and mice, gutted, in front of her bedroom door as gifts for her.
She had no claws.
Edit:cats without front claws are the best.
Don't be so sure.
There's a reason dogs lick you: to see how good you taste if the worst happens.
Steam ID X360: JohnnyChopsocky PSN:Stud_Beefpile
Here's some slow-motion video of my kittens, BitTorrent and Tblisi.
And the hilarious photoshop someone did in [chat] when I originally posted it:
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!
I didn't bother to include the inverse rule (mainly because its a cat thread and not a dog thread): the smaller the dog the more likely it will eat its owner.
The Fab 4: Hawkeye, Spunky, Junior, Sai (all from 1 litter of kittens)
Whatever it was it caused the cats to waste away to skin and bones before offing them and it had gotten so bad my grandpa had to call a vet out to the farm for the cats. That's saying alot when you consider that up to that point he'd spent all of $0 in vet care for the farm cats (cats are good at making more cats after all) but this had him really worried. I don't know what it was exactly, but they got it cured up, but not without casualties.
Spunky was, well, spunky. An energetic young pink and white mama cat, she would zip all over the place and enjoyed a good petting as much as the next cat, but was usually too energetic to sit still for that long. Sadly, I don't have tons of memories of her as she was the first to go in the group. She got in a fight with a car and it didn't go well for her.
Junior was the male of the group. Big orange tom cat. Very mellow and often absent, probably looking for opportunities to make more cats. When he was around I remember him as laid back, willing to be petted but not willing to seek it out. I'm not sure what happened to him, if the blight got him or if he passed before that, but you can still find his legacy in the orange cats on the farm.
Sai was a shy, sweet girl. A black and grey tabby, she was the smallest of the litter, but hung in there with the rest of them. She was always a quiet kitty, but it hid her toughness. Sai got the blight like all the other cats on the farm, but she wasted down to nothing, sucked it up, and got over it. She lived on to a ripe old age and passed of natural causes, it was a sad day when she was gone for all the original tame kitties were gone.
Two more of the farm cats get a mention here. My grandparents farm was known as a place that had lots of cats and on occasion people (I like to call them assholes) would dump their cats on the farm and speed away, abandoning their cat to the elements.
Fluffy was a sweet cat but sadly she died around the spring. I'm not sure if she was sick or something, but I think it was party due to the extreme climate change as she was pretty obviously an indoor cat before being dumped (assholes). I always wondered if she had been fixed or not, and was hoping she hadn't been since getting some long hair blood in the pool would have been interesting. At least she got to live out her last months with other nice cats and was cared for well up to her end.
The other honorable mention is Simon. Simon was a black, gold, white and a few other colored mixture of a cat who appeared on the farm one day after his dumping (did I mention assholes?). On that spring day my grandma was cleaning the van and along came Simon who hopped right up in the van and into her lap and started purring. He had a laundry list of injuries including a battered ear, cut leg, and, the worst, a quarter sized open wound on the back of his head.
Well, grandma cleaned him up and tended his wounds and Simon became a regular fixture on the farm. He was a scrapper for sure. Simon would disappear for weeks on end and then reappear with a new set of wounds to be treated. This went on for a few years until one summer Simon headed off for another disappearance but never came back. I'm sure he went down swinging.
but there was one: die mogi (pronounced "dee mowgee" with the "g" as in "gun")
http://img686.imageshack.us/img686/9002/kaefermogi.jpg
(quite big, so i just linked it. the girl is my sister)
we got her from a friend in 2004. she had been found somewhere on the street, and the friend took mogi home. the problem was that said friend already had like 3 cats and 2 dogs and didn't have the time to look after yet another (unusually lively and only a few months old) cat. so we took her.
later on she had 3 lilttle kittens which we gave away.
and in 2009 she got sick. apparently she had some kind of problem with her kidneys AND (as a result) blood poisoning, and died for easter 2009 when we were away
I got a kitten about 9 months ago. Her name is Penelope, but we call her Penny.
Penny is a tiger. All of those photos were probably taken about 5 seconds before she wrapped herself around my arm to maul my hand. As a kitten she used to climb up onto people just under their necks and lay there to sleep. She doesn't seem to notice that she's now significantly larger and still insists of cuddling up right under your nose. Especially at 5am, that's when she's most affectionate.
At one point, she learned to fetch. Then she decided that it was simply below her and now she doesn't do that anymore. She follows me around and stare at me as if she's afraid she might miss something I do. But if I move to touch her or pick her up she makes a 'prrt' noise and dodges me, just to settle down and stare again.
It's starting to drive me a little mad. What is it you want Penny? WHAT?!
Exactly that.
plus world domination, and something else.
That is all.
Maybe, but people who de-claw their cats need to be dragged into the street and beaten to death.
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More importantly, they don't remove the claws when declawing, they remove the entire first joint of the cat's fingers. It's medicinally called "partial digit amputation" for a reason.
And, you can easily clip them just like you trim your fingernails. Declawing is like cutting off the ends of your fingers so you never have to worry about a hangnail.
Of course there are people who don't understand exactly what declawing is, and I can't be too angry at them; they're ignorant, not cruel. Unlike people who try to put cats on a vegetarian diet.
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It was kinda funny because a friend was over playing War3, and we both heard the 'chrrrrrr...' sound of the water and looked at each other, and he said 'maybe you should go check that out' although I knew right away it was a cat.
I HOPE the cat was trying to use the faucet on purpose, because I make the cats (I have two, adopted strays) take baths and I always try to show them how faucets work (my doorknobs aren't appropriate for cat paws). But there are shelves built into the wall above the faucets, so in all likelyhood she jumped up to those and kicked off of the faucet on the way up.
However he has the dire need to take the worst-smelling shits as soon as I step in the shower. The bathroom door doesn't completely shut because of a hanger on the door, so he literally tackles it, runs into catbox, poops, and sticks his head inside the curtain as if to say "Oh hi, didn't know you were in here again, you might want to start mouth-breathing".
Our kitty discovered a box.
Oh the great fun he had in the box.
Cats and boxes have a... special relationship. I got a bunch of books from Amazon, and that box is now April's favorite sleeping place. I'm not allowed to get rid of it.
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