Last year we took in a scrawny 'rescue' kitten from our local people.
Its grown into an amazing furry thing, the terror of any bird that
lands within his reach. A friend said it looks like a
Norwegian Forest Cat. Didn't know what that was so googled it and
sure enough its got all the quirks: from waterproof fur to climbing and
descending trees with ease. It would sleep in the tree if we didn't lure it
down with food.
How are those Percosets treating you Bruce?
My cat Ashes, a feral cat I saved from an impending Colorado winter 10 years ago now, is one of the best companions ever. She's lost some of the piss and vinegar, but BITD, she used to set the record straight with every single dog that entered my house. She'd stalk the poor things, then lunge in for the full 4 pawed head mauling.
I'd warn people and say they should leave their dogs outside.
We got this kitty, Rocco, from an animal shelter last fall. He's a Maine coon cat and they take about 4 years to attain their full size. They also have some dog like traits. He's a great cat, plays fetch and goes outside on a leash because my road can be busy.
I was just adopted by a 3-week old orphan found wandering around the AMC building yesterday. He still needs to be hand fed and sure pees a lot. Coolest, funniest, most endearing little guy I've ever met. Brown tabby, named him Bradford after Bradford Washburn. His step-brother and step-sister are still taking it all in but very respectful. Will post pics soon.
//Wayward NM cat has free flight home from Chicago
Apr 17, 2010 (6:31a CDT)//
CHICAGO - No one knows how a tabby cat named Charles traveled the 1,300 miles from his New Mexico home to Chicago, but he's set for a complimentary flight home on American Airlines in a carrier donated by an Albuquerque business.
Charles disappeared about eight months ago while his owner was out of town and a friend was caring for him.
"Oh, I was crushed, and I found out while I was away volunteering with Habitat for Humanity, and I was so upset because I was in New Orleans so there was nothing I could do," said Robin Alex, of Albuquerque.
Then earlier this week, Alex received a call telling her Chicago Animal Care and Control had picked up her wandering cat as a stray. Staffers reached out to Alex after finding that Charles had a tracking microchip embedded between his shoulder blades, said the agency's executive director, Cherie Travis.
But Alex said she could not afford the round-trip ticket to Chicago to bring Charles home, so she was afraid he might be euthanized.
Enter fellow Albuquerque resident Lucien Sims. Sims said he has a tabby cat who strongly resembles Charles, and was moved when his mother sent him an online story about Alex and her pet.
Most importantly, Sims was on his way to Chicago on Thursday for a wedding, so he said he would go to the shelter, pick up Charles and bring him back to New Mexico.
Sims has made all the arrangements for Charles' return, including getting a company to donate a cat carrier and American Airlines to waive the cat's travel fee.
Travis said Charles is definitely ready for his next adventure.
"He's in good condition," she said. "He needs a good brushing. He's got a little bit of a cold - a little bit of an upper respiratory infection - but otherwise he's in great condition."
Edit: Neebster, that's quite a collection!
Just don't bump it up to 75 and turn into one of those psycho cat ladies....
hey there survival... haha, oh my... no.... i had only planned on having one, too...
the second was a surpirse add-one when i came back from being out of town... it was adopted by the grandkids new mom, but suddenly she was alergic to it... and then it got passed to my daughter (the other mom) and then back again, and then there it was for ME, when i came home!...
the rest, though, i had adopted from where i worked, when had the earning, though small, but enough to care for them...
but---five is the limit for town... :)
and for tiny houses like mine ...
and, worse is, i have NO washing machine!!!! :(
this does make it a lot harder...
the ol' pup dog, sure does enjoy them though...
i reckon i been a mom for so long, i just needed
the pitter patter of feet thumping around the place!
Hey Neebee, she's not all that nice. Last week she turned my office bathroom into a blood splattered bunny abattoir, splashed it up the wall, fur stuck to pools of dried blood, and a red slug trail leading to where the partially eviscerated critter finally expired. Oh yeah, nature is red in tooth and claw, but she doesn't understand that it's counterproductive for her - it's the plentiful rabbits on our property that keep the coyotes fat and sassy and not all that desperate for a taste of feline. I prefer it when she just clears the rodents out of my shop and rafter storage.
Then she wants to lick my nose after doing things like that. Yeeesh. Its a funny thing sharing your world with cuddly little savage predators.
Appears the cat has treed the bear. I grew up with a female cat that would pounce on dogs and ride them back to their owner's trucks.
The dogs would cower inside while the cat walked back and forth on the hood with its tail lashing.
hey there say, fritz... :( oh my, sadly did not know about your cat and the loss of it (though i know it was a while back, i see) ... hope you are doing well after that and that things have settled... :(
thanks for sharing the special pictures...
mr E wow... so fun to see you being a cat person, and seeing the fun these crtters bring to everyday things in life...
anyone "need" a kitten? My vet rescued a lovely black and white female who had a bad concussion, -she was brought in unconscious to the clinic - 3 weeks later she had 8 (!!!!) healthy black, black and white, and grey kittens. they are now looking for homes- cute as all get out -shoot me a mail, and I'll put you in touch w/ her.
I've never been a cat person. I was fine with other folks' cats but why would I want one? My lady is a huge cat fan but hasn't had one in a long time for many reasons (including allergies and me). Sunday, I saw this guy on craigslist to be adopted and inexplicably and without planning pushed her to get him (and went along of course for the experience). Named Limuw after the boy in the Chumash Rainbow Bridge story (and a Chumash name for Santa Cruz Island). I guess I finally switched camps...not sure how it all happened still.
- Monday. The cat, David, is lying beside me, a most unsatisfactory
arrangement, as he gives me cat fever.
My sensitivity to cats defeats the whole purpose of a cat, which is to
introduce a note of peace in a room. -
how in the heck did I miss this thread!? I am a crazy cat lady. I also instruct others that coming to my house in black clothing is stupid. My cats are Ragdolls that I rescued from a toddler filled home. Now presenting Zena Warrior Princess Kitty and Lola, SuperCat 10,000 Special Government Prototype, Teddy Bear Model.
I go into the bathroom...
Dude, really. Lola lounging in the cool basin during the hot summer.
One of my two cats just turned 16, and, well, I guess he (Aldo) belongs in the "Absolute Coolest Freekin' Cat Thread". Here he is hanging out with a (wild) youngster giant lizard that showed up in my yard about eight years ago:
Aldo and giant lizard
He gave me one of the most amazing sights I've ever seen. Maybe 10 years ago, in the early evening I happened to look out the window at Aldo sitting in the front yard when suddenly he leapt about four feet straight up in the air and snatched down a low flying bat in mid-flight. With the bat in his mouth, he skulked off to have himself a feast.
My two cats love to sit by the fire (watch out for sparks!):
My sister had to put her longtime companion down a few days ago.
Chango was a cool cat.
We had a mobile vet come to the house and administer the shot while Chango just chilled out in his favorite spot in the bushes.
We said our prayers and listened to the Great Bell Chant as Chango took his last breath.
All you sentient beings I have a good or bad connection with
As soon as you have left this confused dimension
May you be born in the West in Sukhavati mythological heavenly realm of nirvana
Oh Buddhas & Bodhisattvas of the 10 directions and the three times,
Please protect and guide Chango on his journey.
May he be free from fear and from clinging to this life.
May he have a favorite rebirth.
"May all beings everywhere plagued with sufferings of body and mind quickly be freed from their pain. May those frightened cease to be afraid, and may those bound be free. May the powerless find power, and may people befriend all life. May those of all species who find themselves lost, the young, the aged, the unprotected, be guarded by beneficent celestials, and may they swiftly attain Buddhahood."
-Buddhist Prayer for Peace
Grandfather Great Spirit,
All over the world, The faces of living things are alike. With tenderness, they have come up out of the ground. Look upon your children that they may face the winds And walk the good road to the day of quiet. Grandfather Great Spirit, Fill us with the Light. Give us the strength to understand and the eyes to see. Teach us to walk the soft earth as relatives. To all that live.
"Eternal Spirit, we bring you our grief in the loss of Chango and ask for the courage to bear it. We bring you our thanks for Chango who lived among us and gave us freely of his love. We commit our friend and companion Chango into your loving hands. Give us eyes to see how your love embraces all creatures and every living thing speaks to us of your love. Amen."
Harley Butterscotch is our Christmas present cat.
After years with old cats and 1 1/2 years catless, we had forgotten how much energy young cats exhibiit---------and how much cat hair the little bastards scatter everywhere!
no pictures, but somewhat related. a couple of weeks back I was camping in camp 4, with about 2 or 3 inches of snow on the ground. In the middle of the night we hear this blood curdling scream. My neighbors in the tent next door say it was a deer being killed. They seem to know though it sounded more like a human scream to this untrained ear.
Anyway, I go walking around in the trees and boulders just uphill from camp, and sure enough, maybe two hundred feet from the tents there was blood all over, a dear's stomach,and dear and what I assume were mountain lion tracks all over. I couldn't figure out where the rest of the body was taken.
Not certain it was cougar, but there is a sign on the registration office that says a cougar had been seen around camp.
Jailbreak! Cat caught with saws, drills and phone in Brazil prison
(CNN) -- Prison guards in Brazil's northeast Alagoas state say they have foiled a jailbreak plot with a surprising accomplice: a black and white cat.
The cat had a cell phone, drills, assorted batteries and two saws taped to its body when it was spotted by guards on December 31 as it was about to enter the prison in Arapiraca, according to a statement released Saturday by Alagoas state prisons.
Prison officials maintain the items attached to the cat were to be used to facilitate a prison break.
The prison's more than 250 inmates were all considered suspects as officials said they did not immediately know who the cat was suppose to be aiding.
The incident is under investigation, and the cat was handed over to animal control, the statement said.
The recorded cat distance record for Idaho is 95 miles. In 1995, a fat & pamphered feline escaped from his human's RV in Jackpot Nevada. He made it home to Mountain Home, Idaho in 35 days. That cat-hike would have entailed crossing a lot of desert terrain and the wide Snake River.
This is Nikki. We found her on Christmas eve 1996 frozen under the hood of my old truck. She was felt almost solid and at first I wasn't sure she was alive. Over the course of a few weeks she had lost her tail, ears, most of her toes and voice box. The cold seemed to have stunted her growth as well. She is still (at 17 years+) spry and feisty.
Nikki of the corn
Last year I had a 3D "portrait" commissioned of Nikki for my wife's birthday. It turned out great.
Cats Are Evil
Why New Zealand is right to consider banning them in order to save its wildlife.
By Laura Helmuth|Posted Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2013, at 3:48 PM ET
You know what animal makes a good pet? No animal.
Dogs will bite you to death and then eat your corpse. Snakes will asphyxiate you, escape, infest the Everglades, and eat all its mammals. Pet parrots perpetuate a trade that upends ecosystems, and hamsters pass you dangerous zoonotic diseases. But perhaps the worst pet of all, environmentally speaking, is a cat.
Domesticated cats started out as parasites on human civilization. Unlike other species, and admittedly to their credit, they domesticated themselves. When humans started growing grain, the crops attracted rodents that attracted cats. Wild cats evolved into housecats, and they were quite useful for thousands of years, killing disease-ridden rats and mice and protecting our food stockpiles. But now that we have industrial farming, reliable food storage, and mostly mouse-proof houses, cats are mere parasites again. Playful and often affectionate parasites, sure, and adorable when young, but a scourge on the landscape.
An economist in New Zealand named Gareth Morgan has made the logical and quite correct case that his island nation should eliminate its cats in order to protect its endangered birds. He means “elimination” in the most humane way possible: Existing pets should be spayed and neutered and allowed to live out their lives, but no new cats should be allowed to be born or imported. He is not advocating that people poison feral cats, as a former researcher at the Smithsonian National Zoo was convicted of doing a few years ago. Nor does he say people should shoot them, as particularly avid birdwatchers have done. That would be really wrong.
Morgan points out that your cat “is actually a friendly neighborhood serial killer.” He may sound like some wretched, obsessed Jonathan Franzen character, but his Cats To Go project isn’t meant as a caricature of environmentalism. He’s asking people to pledge to neuter their cats, keep them indoors, and not get any new ones.
Cats are a globally invasive species. They kill millions of birds each year in Wisconsin alone. Cats feast on endangered North American ground-nesting birds such as the California clapper rail, least tern, and piping plover, any one of which is cuter than a laundry basket full of kittens. A study in the D.C. area a few years ago showed that in some neighborhoods (neighborhoods in which a lot of people who really ought to know better let their beasts roam free), outdoor cats eat basically all juvenile birds as soon as they fledge.
Cats are particularly damaging in island ecosystems that are home to species found nowhere else on earth. A lot of island birds and mammals evolved in the absence of cat-size predators. They nest on the ground and have no defenses against an invasive species that plays with and then decapitates its victims. Cats have endangered or caused the extinction of bird species in Hawaii, Australia, the Chatham Islands, and New Zealand, among others. Morgan points out that 40 percent of New Zealand’s land birds are extinct, and 37 percent of the survivors are endangered.
Humans are responsible for most modern extinctions, whether through hunting, habitat destruction, introduction of invasive species, or other environmental disruptions. If we give up or at least contain our cats, wild animals will have more of a chance.
A month ago the doctors found a tumor in here stomach. It's grown and has gotten hard - taking the place of her stomach. She care barely walk to the potty. She hasn't eaten anything for two days now. She has a warm blanket from which she does not move. She must weight a pound and a half now, if that. She can still purr, she always could. It's a matter of hours.
She's been a member of the family for 13 years. She survived a brain tumor when she was 6 - we figured she's cure herself of this one too, that that's not looking promising. She was found abandoned in Bremerton, WA. We picked her from available adult cats for adoption from the SPCA because she still had all her limbs. Her foster parents loved her so much that they quit the cat foster home program because it hurt for them give her away - even to a good home like ours. She'll be missed. Another cat will probably adopt us, but Giselle will always be the awesome one.
Here she is on her "twilight blanket".
Here she is in better times, when the fish were plentiful and she still peed outside.
Giselle passed away this morning. Last night, as a last surge of energy, she rolled over on her back, showed her matted fur belly and cut loose with a rattling purr and a glazed look in her eye. That was my last view of her. My wife found her not breathing this morning. It was still warm under where she was sleeping.
I can't find a good place to post this, and it does not deserve it's own thread, so please allow me to dump it here next to your very funny cat jokes.
OK? BTW, I am still editing this, and if you guys are too mean I might delete it ... you guys can throw tomatoes at it though, it's all good. I have nothing better to do with my time.
If this climb was done today there would be no story to tell, but being that it took so long and it started so long ago the story may bear listening too.
Back in the 70’s the Gunks were an exciting place to climb, everyone was trying to put up new routes. Well, I guess not everyone, only certain people were driven to this. The people that were making this their hobby, naturally did not altogether appreciate the competition, for fear that either they would lose a route, or that the potential for a good route they were thinking about would disappear. So therefore, it was unanimously excepted that you had to climb in a particular style, or else what you did, whatever you did would be regarded with speculation. No one would consider what you did as credible, if you did not play by the rules. Climbs had to be done without any hanging around. I remember when Max Jones and Mark Hudon came to the Gunk’s and told Mark Robinson and Kevin Bein how they did the Yosemite phoenix. They did "Between The Lines" the same way. When they explained their style to them they didn’t say anything, I was surprised. They did not apologize, they said they had to climb it like that, it was too hard to do it any other way. It was then and there where the idea was born in the Gunks, Phoenix Style, as Mark Robinson called it. I don’t think anyone put it into practice though over here right away.
Hunting Down The Climb:
Mike Burlingame and myself opted out of the world of Uber Fall and wandered into remote cliffs, and almost the entire Shawangunk escarpment looking for the perfect line. We ascribed to another rule adopted by a group of us which included Jim Munson, that climbing to record climbs in the guide corrupted ones soul and distracted from what climbing had most to offer, freedom, love, joy, and peace. After a year or so, we found a route to focus all our efforts on. And we soon found ourselves getting in over our heads, but we knew how to deal with poor protection without taking excessive risks, so it was within reason in that regard.
We found a few things worthwhile at Millbrook to think about. Some of these have been re-claimed by others, some were never completed, and some we never got around to, but I will try to stick to the point. Mike abandoned climbing and I quit for a long period of time. We found Jesus, became more interested in reading the Bible and church. We loved Jesus too much to spare any more time climbing.
One line we were considering was what later became Sudden Impact 5.12 R. From what I could see, it has a 15’ runout on it, not as bad as what the guides now say. But we thought it was too short, not as much open space over there. Sense then part of it fell off, the feature that most interested us. At the time there was no one out there, and for us we thought that was a good thing. So we had narrowed our first real project down to all that white rock just right of New Frontier. At that time we really were not able to climb much harder than 5.12.
Starting The Project:
So, we started this route over there and we called it The Meat Cleaver, and this was now in the winter. We finished it at night in a snowstorm, after we came up every weekend, it was a lot of fun. Leaving the AMC cabin at 5:00 in the morning would get us to the base of the cliff as the sun came up. It would often get down to 5-10 degrees, but that couldn’t stop us, nothing could stop us. It finally went free between gear placements. We had to stick our hands in your pockets, you know it was fair, or else you could not get anywhere. This certainly did not represent the best warm weather style climbing in the Gunks, but we did this in our own style for cold weather lines. What was important to us was finding great lines to come back and repeat in the summer. If nothing else, we had broken new ground for cold weather climbing and route finding at Millbrook.
After some time we narrowed down the new route to only one line and threw everything else away. We told Dick Willams about it, but he refused to put any of our work in his guide book, even years after the fact. And this may have been because we refused to play by the rules, which in our minds seemed kind of hypocritical in that we were dealing with a Vulgarian.
Re-Starting The Old Project:
After I started climbing again, we had a close call climbing with my son, so we retired from climbing. But the need to get out of the house and the need for exercise brought me back to Millbrook. Sitting around typing all day is very bad for your health, especially if you intend on getting up someday and beating on something with a hammer.
I still had an idea for one last new line which was still open, a better line that should go, perhaps. This would take some work. The only problem was, that my son was now stuck to the X-BOX. After some time and some trickery I taught him how to fly off buckets like a squirrel, and set him loose on the Direct Line off the Meat Cleaver, which we called Redirectionalism. And I got myself up and ready for climbing 5.12. The goal of the climb had always been to find the finest line, everything else every other line was to be trashed, if not you could have [4 different starts X 4 first over hangs X 4 second overhangs x 6 third overhangs x 3 different finishes = 1152] quite a few different variations keeping you from the perfect line. After some time, I finally convinced the boy to finish the thing, against his better judgment. All of which pitch after pitch he deemed either nearly impossible or deadly until after the fact. It was amazing to watch, the climbing was spectacular.
Redirectionalism was first done as an aid climb, and thereafter freed on lead. The most remarkable find was the slot for a BLACK DIAMOND CAMALOT C3 - 000 on the 4th pitch. Make sure it is in all the way with the inside cam facing to the left and it will not damage the rock. It kind of just appeared seemingly out of nowhere, full of crystals. Joshua first saw it, I thought he was seeing things or only hoping for gear placements where there was none in the crux roof. Initially we were preparing for 50’ falls, so as to avoid contact with the rock. My son’s new find made climbing with much shorter falls and doing the climb quickly, suddenly very plausible. I think his new placement is bomber, Joshua as usual, is not so sure. We can rate that pitch R not G.
The route is now finished, the line we were looking for is found, and better than all of the other variations combined, finishing off on the left facing corner opposite New Frontier. No bolts necessary. The first part of the climb sets you up just above the sickle on a small flat ledge. From here you traverse right on some small holds and up to a notch. There is some what of a puzzle here, that not everyone can figure out. After this you run it out till you get to the next set of overhangs and come back down to a very small ledge. The climbing up to this point is a little dangerous, somewhere between R-X but not too bad. The next part is not too bad and is nicely sustained, this pitch is unforgettable. Originally we were not sure if it was possible for us. The rock is white and different colors, and very interesting. The next pitch over the big roof is mind blowing, it looks impossible but it goes. The pitch after this is above some spectacular overhangs.
The next thing we might do, is someday visit that one west facing cliff we never got to look at, uphill from the Ulster Correctional Facility. I always wanted to go there. Climbing while watching the sun set in the Gunks is something special you don’t get to see very often.
REDIRECTIONALISM 5.13 August 2, 2011 Joshua Perry & Don Perry. Start 45 right of New Frontier.
FIRST PITCH 5.9 Climb up past two separated right facing corners to an overhang. Traverse right under overhang to another right facing corner over the roof. Climb through this right facing corner to the base of a ramp. Climb up a ramp left (this ramp is called The White Meat Cleaver) to its top and a small ledge.
SECOND PITCH 5.12 Traverse right a few feet and up to the roof at a notch directly over the Meat Cleaver. Climb upwards and then left (this is the point where Redirectionalism goes direct) around the left side of a wide black streak into overhangs above and protection. Move back down to belay on a narrow ledge to the left.
THIRD PITCH 5.12 At the overhangs, climb slight right over small roofs, then left around a large white bulge and up to roof. Under the roof traverse right pasting a small hole 5' to turn the immediate roof in the middle of the next roof above Climbing straight up to belay under the last roof above.
FOURTH PITCH 5.13 Traverse left 6' just before the obvious break in the giant roof. Turn the roof through a hairline crack and small right facing corners that start 6' out over the overhang. Climb up into short right facing corners in the overhang and left a few feet until under another overhang just before the top.
FIFTH PITCH 5.12-. Traverse left some more on good holds to a giant left facing outisde corner facing New Frontier. Climb over the prow to the top.
I know this is not a cat, I am trying to figure something out. Cat's soon to come, I have two. One meows all day and the other says nothing, they are old. The had tumors until I fed them organic, then the tumors went away.
Carnivore 'teddy bear' emerges from the mists of Ecuador
Olinguito is first new carnivore identified in western hemisphere for 35 years, bringing 100 years of mistaken identity to an end
"The olinguito, which lives in the cloud forests of Ecuador, has been described as a cross between a teddy bear and a house cat.
The name olinguito means small or adorable olingo, but writing in the journal ZooKeys, the team give the animal a formal scientific name too, Bassaricyon neblina. The species name, neblina, means "fog" or "mist" in Spanish, a nod to the cloud forests where the animal lives. But it also means obscured. "That's exactly what the olinguito has been," Helgen said. "Lost in the fog.""
Just said goodbye to my boy, Trango also. Rescued from the streets at 3 mths; made it to just over 15 yrs. He developed pancreatitis that became a tumor then pancreatic cancer. He stopped eating then drinking causing his liver to begin failing also. Happened all within a month.
I took the day off to spend with him on his last. Took him outside and let him lay in the grass, his favorite place to be.
John Bradshaw's fascinating feline study traces the history of the cat from ancient god through persecution to today's most favoured cuddly pal
From the history of cats:
"As John Bradshaw writes in his exceptionally thorough new study of feline nature, Cat Sense: "Cats now face possibly more hostility than at any time during the last two centuries." And Bradshaw knows his stuff about cat persecution in the past. In fact, as fascinating as Cat Sense will be for anyone wanting to understand their cat more deeply, feline lovers of a squeamish nature should be wary of its early chapters, in which we learn for just how long, and to what horrific lengths, the cats of the world have been the victims of superstition and cruelty.
The last really bad time to be a cat was the 1600s, when, along with falling foul of the Salem witch trials and the self-appointed Witchfinder General Matthew Hopkins, they were persecuted by the church of Rome, which gave its official sanction towards cruelty towards cats. In the middle ages, many European cities observed a feast-day custom of suspending cats in a basket over a large fire, in the belief that their screams would ward off evil spirits. As recently as 1817, live cats were thrown ritualistically from the bell tower in Ypres (they now use stuffed toys instead) and in 1648 Louis XIV lit and danced in front of a bonfire in Paris whose prime purpose was to burn cats. Even the Egyptians might not have been quite as nice to cats as we think: on one hand, the members of an Egyptian household would often shave off their eyebrows in tribute to a cat who had died of natural causes, but on the other, many of their mummified cats had been killed by ritualistic strangulation."
There's a very beautiful dark brown/blackish cat in South Lake Tahoe animal shelter, huggy overweight squeeze toy. It needs adoption, as most people who come to shelter want a small kitten or younger, skinny cat. One can also come to South Late Tahoe (county) shelter to simply play with any of their cats, at any time, and give them much needed exercise and company, as cats stay locked in their small cages otherwise.
Picture painted by Neebee of my baby, Zena, Warrior Princess Kitty. She passed while I was away on February 11, 2013. She was 3 and it's still so painful. Thank you Crimpie eternally for giving her back to me.
This is our cat Origami. He is a terror and will attack you for no reason at all so my daughter and I changed his name to Satan. Check out his right eye. Anyone ever seen that before? It never used to be like that. It's almost like he is growing a bunch of pupils. Doesn't seem to bother his vision. Should probably take the little devil to the vet some day and get it checked out.
say, zBrown, yeah, the 'electric' cat, hee hee,
i have had the surprise of catching my various cats with
FLASH-BULB EYES, :) is funny, some glow green and some glow yellow,
and not sure, but i think ??? one glow yellow-green, too...
i have soooo many great, odd, and funny cat pics, :))
since i have five cats and they each have different personalities and
'tricks' up their paws, ;)
so, i see it seems you found a pre-kitty rumble, there, :)
hey there say, ... here is a fast one... then, i got to get back to chores...
THIS was at the old place... was a lot of fun, but very crowded at this
place--once the white one showed the other how to get up here,
it was a 'free for all'... well, except the two older cats, they never tried this:
Thanks for the link. I am a little concerned now and I had to go back and check out the progression of the spots on his eye. As a kitten he had zero.
Then they first started to form about a year ago.
I used to hate this cat. He is the first one I have ever had that does not like to be touched but he is mellowing with age and has a great personality now.I would miss old Satan if he was gone. We will get him checked out. thanks for the link.
Edit: Hey Neebee! Hope your doing well. Proud looking cats you have.
Never really like cats much. This one got me. Kept fighting with the local Racoons. Sometimes more than one at a time. Finally she chased one across the back yard. She owns the back deck. Well, now she owns the house.
hey there say, dickbob! nice to see you here with the ol' cat!
let us know about its eye... say, all is well here, cats are keeping it
lively, for sure...
say, michelle, oh my, i love how some cats roll over on their back and sleep that way... bobby bob, the black norwegian--that lost his tail, before he was adopted to me--LOVES to do that.. and loves to be scratched like a dog, when on his back as well...
hey there all, say... wow, i hope this is fun for someone, tonight, and worth the half hour it took to post this... :O
i tried to perservere, this time... :))
so now, again:
hey there all, let' see if this will post, before i go get back to chores...
THIS WAS FROM THE OTHER PLACE WE LIVED -- he NOW has TWO doors to do this with, here...
had more, but computer stalled out... :(
okay, oh my, i will 'push the ol' envelope' now:
here, i hope, is one more:
he can keep THIS trick up all night, too, no matter
WHERE i hide the stuff, :O
check out his eyes! I MEAN: it's NOT steak or something... perhaps it is just his huge need to practice HUNTING skills, then... ;)
now SHE'S more polite about her skills... :)
all for now... will read trip reports, etc, later tomorrow night...
say, dickbob... wow, you cat has the neat green glow too,
i have a yellow-green glower, i think... and a yellow-orange glower,
and the greenies... may have one other color, but not sure...
two greenies, or another yellowish one... as to eye-glows...
The other night, I caught my hubby looking at porn -- cat porn! Well, I'll give him credit because he did leave the thread, this thread, up on the screen for me to see. He knows I'm a crazy cat lady now. Three cats walked into our lives and my life has changed ever since! I've gone from a hard core meat eater to a mostly vegan because they make me see animals differently now. I used to go to Yosemite almost every weekend during the season from Friday night to Sunday night, and now I find myself too emotionally attached to these little creatures to stay away overnight. One cat, a sensitive one, sleeps in my arm every single night! I complain when I don't sleep well because of their disturbance going in and out of bed, but I won't have it any other way. We've had them only a few years and I hope they live a very very long and happy life with us. I apologize for a long post due to the amount of photos, but I have a hard time choosing.
Roxy, a raccoon chasing badass girl!
And now a boss kitty in the house. Once she gets on your lap, she stays!
She gives you a lot attention.
Who likes some cat sushi? Mango is the orange tabby. She is a girl! Kinda unusual among orange tabbies. She is the most gentle cat in the world! Little One is the calico. She is a skittish and sensitive cat, but a real sweetheart too.
Mommy, told you two beds are not necessary.
We can fit in one just fine.
Because we are good friends.
Sure, I don't need much room, but is that all you guys left for me?
Cats have amazing design...they know how to jump, climb, tumble and fall without anyone teaching them and even inactive fat cat is capable of all that. Being human feels so bad, waaaay down the evolutionary ladder...human is obviously a failed experiment, considering how physically incapable humans are unless given very strenous training. Cat > chimp > human. Cats rule the world.
Mei, I love those photos. "full superwoman" (second photo) always gets to me as do multiple cats. Your 'now I just stay at home instead of going climbing' paraphrase struck a little too close to home. As Wacko has gotten old and ailing, travel is almost precluded.
I can't count how many times I've watched the leaping full mantel!!!!
"Cats are brilliant creatures, and there's more psychological research on felines and their owners than you might think
It would seem that I've made an unforgivable error. Last week, I wrote about a new study that suggested a possible function for sleep. The research in question was a mouse study, so it seemed to make sense to stick up a picture of a mouse alongside the article. However, lots of commenters were outraged – OUTRAGED – that there wasn't a picture of a sleeping kitten instead. So to make amends for my transgression, today I'm going to look at some of the psychological research that's been conducted on cats and their owners. Don't say I don't do anything for you."