Re: Kitties
POSTED BY: Niki2
UPDATED: Friday, October 9, 2009 01:00
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Stegasaurus: Your photo reminded me of something else:
Cat Haikus ...
You never feed me.
Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.
You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.
The rule for today
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.
In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning.
Grace personified.
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then --
silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?
The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds --
your foot just squashed one.
You’re always typing.
Well, let’s see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.
My small cardboard box.
You cannot see me if I
can just hide my head.
Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What’s a ‘term paper’?
Kitty likes plastic
Confuses for litter box
Don’t leave tarp around
Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner
I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?
Wanna go outside.
Oh, shit! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!
Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper!
Cat to the rescue!
Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams
My claws are not that sharp.
Cats meow out of angst
“Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
We could break so much!”
Litter box not here
You must have moved it again
I’ll crap in the sink
The Big Ones snore now
Every room is dark and cold
Time for “Cup Hockey”
We’re almost equals
I purr to show I love you
Want to smell my butt?
No snooze button
on hungry cat.
Teach her to fly?
So I would add: Behold! Elevator butt!
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Together we are greater than the sum of our parts
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That's awesome. Almost everything you guys have said can be applied to my cat at one time or another. She is something else. Very spoiled. Loves the sound of her own voice. Demands to be paid attention in tribute. Will type angry letters when I aint looking. Thinks her butt's rightful place is parked on my cheek...
Day late an'a dollar short...Story of my ruttin' life!
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We have three cats, with our dog. There are the kittens; but at a little over three feet long, fifteen pounds heavy and covered in thick long hair, there's Levi Strauss. AKA Mufasa, lord of the house, and the biggest crybaby towards us (with a surprising falsetto).
I have seen small toy breeds hide from him, and our puppy-like labrador fear him. No joke, when Nikki the Lab gets fed in the morning, she waits instead of digging in. Why? Because Levi walks over, eats a few kibbles, looks at her like 'Alright, your turn.' and walks off. Only after he's left, will she eat. If he wants in the house and we're not opening it, he gets the dog to open it for him (which, gets Nikki in trouble). He will also kick the dog out of her designated chair in the living room if he wants to lay there. By all means he's a good cat; looks out for the kittens (though he steals the mice they catch), doesn't hide from company, is a big teddy bear who will howl for attention. He's just a lion cat who feels he needs to rule over the rest of the animal kingdom.
Your Indian Pirate Lord,
Ash
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Now THAT is a proper cat, who fully understand a cat's place in the world with respect to other "lesser creatures"! 
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I have five and half kilos of Maine Coon.
She was a breeding queen, grew up in a concrete box for her first seven years before we adopted her. She spent three days under the tv, and we were told she would never be a 'pet'.
Yeah, right.
She can fill the house with her purr, has discovered the joy of bringing in mice for missus to 'play' with. She's extremely talkative, deeply affectionate (when she wants to be) and is basically a big, furry diva. She wants me to stop the rain at the moment - very cross, because it makes her fur all frizzy.
(When I am less techno-crippled I shall post a pic.)
Incidentally, she doesn't fight like our old cat did. But he was basically Jayne with claws...
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Quote:
Originally posted by Niki2:
Now THAT is a proper cat, who fully understand a cat's place in the world with respect to other "lesser creatures"!
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Together we are greater than the sum of our parts
And we are all lesser creatures...
Day late an'a dollar short...Story of my ruttin' life!
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Oh, do, Space...I love pix of people's pets! (and the people, but not as much)
...and you're a good daddy, you are, as well as a good person for rescuing her!
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I'm a missus! I just have a bit of a Jayne-crush thing goin' on...
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I've joked that if I could pet him with his food, that would be the only thing better than petting him while he eats.
Ghoster loves her food, one reason she's so big, and any time the bowl is less than half full she starts makin a fuss, but the funny part is that she absolutely HAS to get a chomp or two whenever I top off the bowl, cause that's NEW food, and she hasn't tasted it yet - despite the fact that I been feedin em the same stuff for years, one would think they knew what it tasted like by now, so she's just bein obnoxious is all.
Anyhows, the ex's cats got this one huge bowl, the trick to solving cat turf disputes is to give them ONE item too large for a single one to lay claim to and then it becomes communal property, plastic kiddy pool for litterbox, very large sofa, very large food bowl, no problems.
But, how exactly does one fill the food bowl, when Ghoster and Lexi have their little kitty heads stuffed in the friggin thing the minute they hear the bag get opened ?
Why, just pour it ANYWAY - just imagine that in your head, ok, two cats, black and white, nom-nom-nom, chomping merrily away, as the food pours from the bag bouncing off their little kitty heads, plink-plink-plink-plunk!
Yay, mana from heaven!chompchompchomp
They ain't exactly the sharpest pencils in the box, them two.
One of the strange things about my work is that I get along so well with the local wildlife it's a little creepy to the normals, I can tell someone is out and about just by watching their reactions, and I can tell you WHERE they are in a general sense besides - and the raccoons want my starlight mints.
I wondered what the heck the baby raccoon wanted when he came up to me like that, a bit uncommon behavior for wild raccoons, but apparently they like mint, and will raid campers tents to steal their toothpaste, so he smelled the starlight mints in my pocket and wanted some, little rogue.
I did get a pic of him last night but you can't see nothin but his eyes, alas.
And of course, the residents cats positively ADORE me, this is Nitwit, actual name of Corey, but I call him Nitwit cause he has utterly no sense of self-preservation and doesn't seem to get the hint when I keep pickin him up out of the middle of the street and putting him down on the sidewalk.
He's sweet as hell though, and will follow me to the limits of his turf for company - about a week ago my coming around the building distracted his prey and allowed him to make a one shot kill, so he comes up to me with this rather sizeable mouse in his jaws offering to share, I was touched, but politely declined, heh.
There's like, five-six cats which roam the site, four raccons, four bunnies, a dimwitted owl with a big mouth, two possums, a VERY fat red squirrel, a skunk wayyy back behind one of the buildings who've very territorial and much respected about that, and the occasional groundhog so damn big ya practically get wormsign off the bastards - those drive the maintainence guy friggin bonkers, mind.
So it's not like I am never lackin for company out there, and as a rule it's generally preferable to human company, least in my opinion.
-F
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We had a cat that, when he was a kitten, put a sock by the food dish and from then on he was convinced that a sacrifice of socks was required to provide food. He stole socks and developed a cache of them and each day he'd lay out a new one by the dish... which of course we put food in thus perpetuating his delusion
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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