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Would someone PLEASE help this cat?

Lol!!!!

I tell ya, poor Charlie is really living the rough life, isn't he?

teehee! I need to post some Boris pics.

That's pretty much the position he was in, last I saw him. Has he moved at all? ;)

Oh yeah, he moves alright. All almost 20 pounds of him. Usually he moves right where you don't want ho=im to go....but, awwww, he's so sweet, he can't be resisted.

I'll move him - with my steel toed boot.

Republicans really are kindler and gentler these days...

If it was a cute puppy, I'd ooh and ahh with the rest of you.

Pssst - the anarchy boards are closed now...

Well, he acts like a puppy. He follows us around. He follows commands. He goes for car rides. He comes when you call him. He licks your face. He cuddles with you at night. He plays with balls.

What's the difference?

Oh, I don't have to take him outside to pee.:evil:

Wait a second, I'm confused. Are we talking about the cat or about..... :confused:

Well.........;)

I can't resist, Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Now there's a contented cat "I knew she was sucker when I saw her" :cool:

For the cat fanciers on the LoT
Hallmarks of Felinty

Donna

Well, then you have the anti-cat. What I mostly despise about cats is their usual "I'm more important than anything and am the prince(ss) of the universe and you will wait on me and I will pay attention to you only when I need something" attitude.

I have known one anti-cat in my life. A black and white cat that belonged to my best friend across the street when I was in elementary school. Named Puccini. Best mouser ever.

Awww, this picture reminds me of today's entry on Cute Overload.

For some reason I've been pondering lately why people don't like cats. I always find it interesting when people find out that I have two cats, how many people find it neccesary to tell me that they hate cats, despise cats, don't like cats, etc. Appropos to nothing I usually asked them if they're allergic to cats and more often then not they say yes. But there is often a mention of cats' "attitudes" that I find sort of interesting. I never had much exposure to cats before I "inherited" one eight years ago, so I really don't know if mine are totally out of the ordinary or not. But they're loyal, loving, they respond when called by name (one of them 100%, the other about 75% of the time.) AND, like NA said about not having to take them out to pee, they're extremely low maintanence. I put food out once a day, make sure the water fountain is full, and scoop the litterbox, and they're taken care of until the next day. And, just like Sparky my old Cocker Spaniel, they come running when they hear my key in the door and greet me. Unlike with Sparky, they do so quietly and without getting so overexcited they pee on the floor.

Now, I'm not knocking anyone for not liking cats, I assume that when people say they don't like cats' attitudes, that they are saying so because of specific cats they've had or been exposed too. But my experience with my cats has always been totally different. It just cracks me up how people are so quick to tell me they don't like cats when they find out I have cats. I don't particularly like fish, but if I go to someone's house and they have a fishtank, I don't feel compelled to tell them that.

There aren't a whole lot of fish that hop the fence and come poop in your flower bed.

If they did, I might be impressed.

And I can see how that would be irritating....but again, that's an experience I haven't had with cats. If my cats were pooping in someone's flowerbed, I would understand if the person told me they didn't like them....but my cats have never pooped anywhere but their litterbox (they're indoor cats.)

More power to the owners of the indoor cat.

I've never understood why there are leash laws for dogs (a good law) and penalties for not cleaning up after your dog ($250 fine in Phoenix), but cats can roam free.

The thing that cracks me up (and I grew up as an avid horse rider) is that there are penalties for not cleaning up after your dog, but no penalties for not cleaning up after your horse. I'm not saying I think horse riders should have to clean up, since it would involve dismounting, remounting and a really big bag....but still it cracks me up.

Reminds me of a riff by George Carlin. He marveled that there's a $50 fine for spitting in the New York Subway system, but puking is free!

Just what I thought- you can't stand the competition.;):p

My beloved Boris is the most loving, devoted pet. He comes when called - usually running - and arrives with a little vocal trill. He likes to play games, especially peek-a-boo. His most favorite thing in the world is to lay on top of me and nap. He follows me around the house from room to room. If he's sound asleep on the couch and I tip-toe upstairs to check the dryer he's almost always rushed past me to wait at the top of the stairs before I even get halfway up. He knows several commands.

Sasha's more typically cat-like, but I love her anyway. Although she's a little too stupid to truly pull off the alleged feline aloofness.

Cats stay crispy, even in milk

Damn right. I know who runs my house, and I'm gonna keep it that way!

Ah, so if your daughter wants a cat....;)

When was the last time a cat mauled and killed a child and then crapped on the sidewalk?

When our neighbors cat was mauled to death in their front yard, I found out that there ARE leash laws for cats. That was what the SPCA told me when I called in to report it and turn in the dog who did it.

I spent way too much time looking at the kitty cartoons. I really do like cats, and would love to have one. I just don't want it to be in the house, not just because of the girls, but our cats were always outdoors cats. Since I don't think it would be fair to the cat, or the neighbors, we won't have a cat. Also PoohDog has a thing about cats. The last one got his nose before he treed it.

My beloved Dancer who just passed away far too soon, was my dog-kitty. He followed me everywhere. I could not even tiptoe or sneak out of a room, he'd leap off where he was and run after me, like Prudence's Boris, pass me and wait for me to catch up. If I slept on the couch, he was sleeping on me or right next to me if I was just sitting there. When it came time for bed for me, he'd run ahead, leap on the bed and sprawl waiting for me. He was a great mouser, both the live pesky version and the tou variety. His most dog-like attribute was that he would play fetch the mouse. It was his favorite game (next to the biting game). I could throw a mouse toy down the hally way, into another room or off the bed and he would joyfully leap for it in the air, chase it down and play with it, then bring it back to me and drop it at my feet (or bed, where ever he found me) and await poised and anxious for me to throw it again. He absolutelty LOVED to play fetch, it was totally endearing. He was so smart and never missed anything new in the house, nothing was safe and no roll of TP was ever left unshredded if he was given a chance to get to it. His markings were great too, he had a hidden Mickey on his butt. He was Mr. Affectionate and Mr. Snuggle, he was spoiled rotten and he was also a scaredy-cat until he was able to figure out who might be the new person. Upon hearing my keys at the door, I'd hear the thunk of him jumping off the couch and find him rolling on the floor, awaiting his belly rub. If it was a stranger, he'd run and hide under the quilt on the bed and be a lump nobody could see. I miss him, he was my very special little boy.

Tango falls more under the aloof cat description, although she is not aloof, just choosy when she wants to snuggle and be affectionate. She is smart, never misses anything new and is a great watch-kitty. She's as great a mooch as any dog, big eyes and perched like a vulture for a taste of anything I might be munching on. If I'm in the kitchen cooking, she is chatting me up the entire time, no matter what I am cooking, but she is ever hopeful it is shrimp. If she smells fish, look out, up on her hind legs, feet hanging onto the counter in full stretch, being a pest and complaining loudly I'm chopping too slow! Tango is fearless with people, always ready to investigate who walks in the front door. She also loves to play with mouse toys and balls, but she absolutely does not grasp the concept of fetching. Obviously a boy thing. Like her late brother, if I am just surfing on the web, leaning on the desk, that is an invitation to curl up and fall alseep in the crook of my arm. She also loves to have her head scrtached.

Ah, this went on a little longer than anticipated, so apologies to the non-cat people!
Donna

Do other cats burrow? Boris likes to sleep under blankets - particularly afghans. Completely under.

More cute pet pictures please. :)

Well, there is that.

I'm not a cat person, but after reading this quote, I'd say I'm catlike.
;)

This may also explain why our opinions aren't in sync.
:D

When was the last time a dog hopped my fence and took a dump in my garden?

Yeah, when was the last time you saw a witch on her broom with a St. Bernard riding behind her...?

Yeah! And it's no problem when a black lab walks across your path.

Yeah, and when's the last time a cat licked peanut butter....oh, never mind.

And you qualify for both the prince and princess part of that quote.:)

I'm my own royal family.
:D

Dogs have owners.

Cats have staff.

I just LOVE this pic of Jack. I don't know how I managed to get this one.



Bliss




Hmmmm, I think there's one missing........




A vision of stealth.

He is sooooo cute and so big!!! Our newbie SJ loves to walk around the house carrying things in her mouth, Shawn always says "she thinks she's a puppy" Another crazy calico! :)

Lisa has sat many a cat that exhibit this behavior - they are usually the shy cats. Of our own coven of cats, Scoundral will occasionally "go camping" and climb under the covers, under our knees where we make a tent while sitting up in bed.

Buster burrows as well, but, he's our shy one.

But, I love looking for the hidden lumps in the bed when I try to find my fuzzy charges. So stelthy! ;)

Boris is definitely not shy. Well, sometimes around new people, and he doesn't like my dad AT ALL, but usually he's there on the floor, paws in the air, displaying his alligator-patterned kitty tum-tum to the world. But then he likes to burrow. He really likes to curl up next to me on the sofa under my dark teal afghan. He'll jump up next to me and paw at it until I put it over him. Oh, he's perfectly capable of burrowing by himself, as I'll often come home to a Boris-shaped teal lump on the couch, but it's more fun if I'll do it for him.

Did someone say cute pet pictures?

Here's one of Boris on top of the teal afghan. You can't tell from the picture, but his front paws are hanging off the end of the couch, sticking straight out into space.


Here's another one of Boris curled up - you get a good view of his little stubby tail.


And on the floor, giving a little tongue.


And having a bath.


And one of Sasha, the princess.

And one more for good measure...

Here's one more tha Ponine took last weekend. Jack was the show-off of the day, He's waiting for someone to measure him for a little knitted sweater and cap.

absolutely adorable, NA!!:snap:

Some cats are wonderfully affectionate. I babysat for a family that owned the sweetest cat. On my first time there the cat came over to me and curled up in my lap automatically.

It seems though that most cats save this affectionate nature solely for their owners. If I go to a friend's house and they have a dog, I'll most probably get some attention from it. But if I go to a friend's house and they have a cat, I'll probably attempt to get the cat to come over, make noises, beg and plead, throw a cat toy, make silly faces.....and still the cat will stay a good 5 feet away, amused at how he's making me look stupid.

Eventually I'll go over and pick up the cat like an overzealous 5 year old and try force it to love me. It will then get pissed off and attempt scratch me as it drops to the floor and runs away.

I think this is why people that don't have cats say "Oh, you have a cat? I hate cats."

Oh, and that's the benign version - sometimes you visit a friend's house and the cat decides you're the enemy, instead of a goofy being come to amuse it.

I know he's a big cat, but do you really think there is enough fur there to make a sweater and cap?