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Another way that cats are not like dogsIs that a dog, no matter how abused and mistreated, would not hide in the darkness under your bed like a blackhearted thief in the night, waiting for your alarm clock to go off at 0615, and then, just as you blearily reach out from under the warm and enclosing embrace of the covers to silence the aforementioned alarm, leap up with malice aforethought to bite and scratch at the proximal/medial axis of your exposed triceps. Before dashing away to the door only to pause and look back at you with that “you’ve been PWNED!!!” expression. The freak. 35 comments to Another way that cats are not like dogs |
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Clearly, you don’t live close enough to coyote country.
Ah, but no: We’ve already sacrified two of the beasties to the coyotes in the back. This particular fellah is quite brash with the human beings inside, but a pure coward out of doors.
I remember the days in Santee when we lost two in as many weeks to the roving bands of Acme malcontents…
Got so’s we had to name ‘em by number just to keep up with the feedin’ frenzy we were contributing to…
Funny, the neighborhood dogs seemed to learn some sort of code with their canine cousins on when best the Acme brothers could attack…
Bet your feline sleeps quietly. I have two smallish canines that share our bed whose nighttime sounds could keep an exhausted sailor awake.
Mine is just pure coward…
She just wanted to play, Lex! She doesn’t realize you’re only lightly furred.
My mother’s cat does the same thing. Fortunately my own cat has learned that Claws Out is bad for human skin. She still pounces on fingers and such, though (with claws sheathed).
My first year of college I lived with a friend in her parents’ home. The friend had the bed and I had one of those single chair things that pulled out into kind of a bed. My friend’s big fat cat slept on the bed and every morning seemed to take great delight in jumping off the bed and on to my chest just as I was waking up. So I can relate. Except the @%# cat wasn’t even mine!
Cats……..some of them (Siamese in particular come to mind!) are plotting the overthrow of the entire civillized world. And that just might include your country. I’m a dog person, just in case you can’t tell. Except for cute, fluffy kittens. I like those. I think its a girl thing.
Suggest you get Maine Coons in the future. Me and Lipstick 6 got three and the gentlest giants you’d ever want to meet. They don’t go outdoors for the reasons mentioned in previous posts. However the Master Bedroom is purged of cats at bedtime. Not for malicious behavior but they are somewhat demanding if breakfast is not promptly served at 0600. This can really be annoying on Saturday Morning.
Hmm, sounds like that cat is exhibiting classic Naval Aviator “gotcha” behavior. Mine seems to be mostly Maine Coon, and he and I used to play “stalk and pounce” a lot with each other before we retired. Oh, apparently he’s not completely retired; found some mockingbird feathers and a foot on the back porch a coupla days ago.
The worst thing about having a cat,?
I don’t have any pets. I have three children.
Were I to have a pet, it would be a dog. A dog with long legs that it trips over as it scampers to gleefully meet you upon your return. From wherever. With a tail that flips so happily that loose items go flying from low lying surfaces. A dog that can fetch the bourbon bottle and a glass….
Years ago I learned a simple lesson. Dogs have masters. Cats have servants.
Maine Coon cats are beautiful, and I love to look at them. But they won’t go swimming with you, nor chase a frisbee, nor sit on the front porch with you and help you yell at the neighbor’s lazy no-account kid(s).
Just sayin’
Respects,
Allergies prevent me from having either, but it would be at least 3 cats if it was possible; as it is I live vicariously thru the pets of my friends.
Yes, cats have staff – and I’d be happy to serve. Claws sheathed or not. Having that purring ball of fluff laying near you is worth it.
nothing against cats, they’re great, taste just like chicken…just kidding. they play, just seem to pick the worst times. reminds me of a joke, old but true.
Dog thinking of his owner…”wow, he takes care of me, feeds me, plays with me, takes me outside to go poop and pee, he must be God”
Cat thinking of his owner…”wow, he takes care of me, feeds me, plays with me, cleans my poop, I MUST BE GOD”
Pets, particularly cats, are great as long as they belong to someone else, & you can keep their mementos out of your yard. Spent a brief period of time after HS graduation in a small apartment with a classmate & his cat. I remember the cat cr@p, thanks JB for bringing back that long forgetton, malodorous, memory. The wife would like a foo foo dog to replace the long departed kids. So far we remain a “pet free” zone, except for the goldfish. Don’t know how much longer I can hold out!!
Cats are smart enough to learn. You should teach the cat that such behavior leads to undesirable consequences. You can do this in many ways without breaking the animal cruelty laws. Be creative.
You might, as a first attempt, try talking to your cat – at 120dB with your finger pointing at them and your teeth showing.
If that doesn’t work, the broom monster can have a salutory effect even if it never touches the cat while it breaks the sound barrier milimeters away from their felineness.
Water pistols, plant misters etc have also been known to produce effective educational experiences.
As a military man, you understand the foolishness of giving in to a bully. Don’t.
I lived with a Siamese for 11 years. She could open the box of Cat Chow all by herself. And she learned to use the toilet. (Well, sometimes she got turned around on the brim). She could flush too after I tied a piece of clotheline to the handle. And she was always glad to see me when I came home. She once “treed” a friend’s Afgan, (big shaggy dog with long bony tail), on the kitchen table and would not let him down.
She was good companion.
Lex and Lee: Long, long ago when I lived in SCal, we saw more roadrunners than Acme coyotes. Even saw one on the golf course in Santee which we played a couple of afternoons a week. Pets weren’t very endangered even in the wilds of El Cajon… ‘course I had a BIG dog and little dogs, no cat… Not my fav animal.
hgf453wsyjfk;
I used the rolled up newspaper monster. Pretty soon, all I had to do was rustle the paper and she knew she was on shaky ground.
To train a cat, withdraw all attention until it complys with your wishes. When it finally gives in, overdose it with attention. Works like a champ. You’re happy and the cat’s happy. Piece of cake.
My mother-in-law could’ve trained tigers. She could leave raw meat thawing on the counter and go outside for hours, and her cat would never have even considered sniffing from the floor.
I want a Maine coon….very badly!! But since we already have (drumroll) one very large horse, two gerbils, a dog who thinks she’s the world’s mother–except to me, I am the main competition for her god, the MSG–and two barn cats (referring to their origins) both neutered males who purr very softly and not often, aren’t much fun to pet (the 1/2 siamese is neurotic and weird and MUST BE PETTED twice a day, usually while I am on the puter, and NEVER else, the tortiseshell is arrogant)
Gee–I need a pet for ME. Perhaps a poolboy. No pool, but…. d
What hgf453wsyjfk and Pixelkiller said, with the caveat that cats vary, just like humans, and disciplinary techniques which might make one kitty think “OMG I’d better do what the human wants or he’ll kill me” might cause another kitty to think, “Kewl, the human wants to play!”
P.s. Uziel, my kitty, AKA Uzi, is on my lap at this very moment, purring dang near as loudly as his eponym, and not understanding why I won’t go out with him in the wonderful night time to hunt and kill things and otherwise have fun.
I’d be happy to go with his plan, but, sadly, kitty-cat property lines, like doggy property lines, do not have a one-to-one correspondence to those of the humans.
In other words, I could get arrested for trespassing if I went out with my kitty and freely wandered as we’d both like to do
P.p.s. He just got up, yawned, and had me open the door for him so that he could go out. I think he could tell that I was writing about him, and felt offended, or something.
Or maybe it’s just the toxoplasmosis affecting my brain.
4000 years ago the Egyptians worshipped cats as gods. Cats have not forgotten this.
Doorkeeper said: “…Gee?
We also have a variety of pets, though we lost our dog (Australian Shepard) last year at 13 years of age. We now have two cats (one 12 and one 10) that are definite PITAs — one is permanently afraid of any loud noise, such as Husband sneezing (when he leaps our of my lap with all claws digging for traction), and the other is ALWAYS hungry. We also have a tarantula and a whole LOT of Madagascar hissing cockroaches (Husband is now a HS science teacher).
One destroyed a corner of furniture recently. I have now trained them to depart the premises at the harsh sound of a hiss — they know I now mean business and they RUN out of the nearest door — since they are not allowed to remain indoors unattended. Didn’t think they could learn that trick so quickly, but I guess they were motivated, since I am the bearer of all food.
I’ve found over the years of many, many cats (for our first 7 years of marriage, we had no cat last more than a year without going to that great litter box in the sky) that using a water pistol, flinging a lightweight magazine so that it flops and crashes at them, making disgusting hissing noises, shouting, chasing, and clapping hands can deter most cats, especially if they applied simultaneously.
For such an ambushing feline as yours, Lex, my preferred method of counterattack would be to fling an arm as cat springs, BELLOW and chase said cat away. True, it can be demeaining to sink to the cat’s level, but oh so satisfying to watch him run.
What is the poor cat to do? Living in the house of a Bug driver who has repeatedly stated his disdain for all things “Cat”.
Maybe y’all could book a slot on Oprah….
LOL sid! Lex does have a Tomcat!
Kris, that’s one big mother of a cat.
I would say the one that liked to attack me in the mornings might have weighed about the same but wasn’t as large overall. Right on the chest … just the memory of it still hurts
Cats…they’re not just for breakfast anymore.
yes… but not all feline pounces should be viewed as bad. many are quite good, or so i’ve been told……
*gives self a tongue bath, awaiting next opportunity to pounce in bed*
Cats…the original Stealth Fighters.
Chris, you saying it’s an Air Force cat? Oh, that’s even worse! ROFL
I learned long ago that the only reason someone would hate cats is that they know the cats are more intelligent than they are.
We have a gentle lady of a cat. She jumps on your lap and purrs quietly to let you know she is there, and once you acknowledge her, she leads you to the door so she can go outside.
She’s mean enough to beat the snot out of the father of her kittens, which she was gracious enough to have under my dresser.
It was a classic fighter bounce – sneak up on your unsuspecting victim, leave him in no doubt as to the victor of the contest, rapid egress with a quick “knock it off” over the shoulder.