I'MMA LET YOU FINISH
Yippee!!!
Yippee!!!
fierst
fierst
Lovely!
Lovely!
Oooooh, beautiful!
Oooooh, beautiful!
Yeah! Kitties!! I am going to hug them and squeeze them!
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Yeah! Kitties!! I am going to hug them and squeeze them!
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Where's brother cat?
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Where's brother cat?
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What a fine cat! He does look a little tired, though.
What a fine cat! He does look a little tired, though.
Where's Tuxedo Kitty? (Do we know the names of the Atri-Kitties, btw? I mean, we always knew Jasmine and Inkblot...)
Where's Tuxedo Kitty? (Do we know the names of the Atri-Kitties, btw? I mean, we always knew Jasmine and Inkblot...)
Kitty has kaleidoscope eyes.
Kitty has kaleidoscope eyes.
I am going to hug them and squeeze them!
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Fielding Mellish | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 4:14 pm | #
and call them George
I am going to hug them and squeeze them!
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Fielding Mellish | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 4:14 pm | #
and call them George
I am mysterious! You hear that! I am enigmatic and mysterious! And unfathomable! Now worship me!
I am mysterious! You hear that! I am enigmatic and mysterious! And unfathomable! Now worship me!
These are G R E A T....I have just discovered your blog. I like it already.
Gug
These are G R E A T....I have just discovered your blog. I like it already.
Gug
This would be Wiley, I believe. The tuxedo is Gizmo.
This would be Wiley, I believe. The tuxedo is Gizmo.
KITTY!!!!!!! So winsome! So furry! So . . .yech, what did I just step in?
KITTY!!!!!!! So winsome! So furry! So . . .yech, what did I just step in?
Do we love cats, or what? Nothing like a lovely animal to bring me back to reality. Thanks.
Do we love cats, or what? Nothing like a lovely animal to bring me back to reality. Thanks.
I wish I could attain that sort of Zen state.
Of course, I don't think I could balance myself on a sofa arm quite like that. 
I wish I could attain that sort of Zen state.
Of course, I don't think I could balance myself on a sofa arm quite like that.
Ooh, I just want to pinch that nose!
Ooh, I just want to pinch that nose!
Oh, that reminds me...it's time for Friday Nudibranch Blogging II: Electric Boogaloo
Nudibranchs: They're here, they're queer, get used to it!
Oh, that reminds me...it's time for Friday Nudibranch Blogging II: Electric Boogaloo
Nudibranchs: They're here, they're queer, get used to it!
AAAAH!
GIANT kitty!
*pets him*
A.
AAAAH!
GIANT kitty!
*pets him*
A.
and call them George
oldwhitelady
Sorry, that name has too many bad connotations these days
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and call them George
oldwhitelady
Sorry, that name has too many bad connotations these days
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Phila,
Wow! I wonder if I can get my hair to look like that.
Phila,
Wow! I wonder if I can get my hair to look like that.
I believe Wiley qualifies as a "Kitty Birm."
I believe Wiley qualifies as a "Kitty Birm."
Welcome, James. (Although this isn't my blog...still wanted to say hi.)
Welcome, James. (Although this isn't my blog...still wanted to say hi.)
In the end there's always kitties.
.
In the end there's always kitties.
.
Little snuzzlewuzzles.
J'adore Russian Blues.
Little snuzzlewuzzles.
J'adore Russian Blues.
All together now...
AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Cute!!!!
All together now...
AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Cute!!!!
That is, let us face it, a truly
noble beast.
That is, let us face it, a truly
noble beast.
This kitty looks so much like my beloved Roscoe, whom I adopted in college. Poor little guy had been with some people who had him declawed; then when they moved they left him behind at the apartment complex to fend for himself outside...with no claws!
So at a party at these apartments one night, the party thrower mentioned the kitty's predicament. Coming out later, slightly drunk, to drive home (yes, yes, I know, that's BAD), there's Roscoe, sitting right there next to my car, watching me get in. On a whim, I invited him to get in, he jumped in the car with me, and was with me for the next 9 years.
One of his coolest habits was the "foot greeting": when someone came over, he would pounce on their feet and grab at their shoelaces with his poor declawed toes. I guess it made him feel like he was sharpening claws - which is what most people thought he was doing - clawing at their feet. It always freaked people out at first.
This kitty looks so much like my beloved Roscoe, whom I adopted in college. Poor little guy had been with some people who had him declawed; then when they moved they left him behind at the apartment complex to fend for himself outside...with no claws!
So at a party at these apartments one night, the party thrower mentioned the kitty's predicament. Coming out later, slightly drunk, to drive home (yes, yes, I know, that's BAD), there's Roscoe, sitting right there next to my car, watching me get in. On a whim, I invited him to get in, he jumped in the car with me, and was with me for the next 9 years.
One of his coolest habits was the "foot greeting": when someone came over, he would pounce on their feet and grab at their shoelaces with his poor declawed toes. I guess it made him feel like he was sharpening claws - which is what most people thought he was doing - clawing at their feet. It always freaked people out at first.
When I get off my ass and do a blog, I'm going to do cat blogging. BUt I'm going to beat you AND tbogg and do mine on Thursday afternoon!
Take that!!
When I get off my ass and do a blog, I'm going to do cat blogging. BUt I'm going to beat you AND tbogg and do mine on Thursday afternoon!
Take that!!
Really nice looking chesterfield too, Dr. Some high class furnituring going on there. (Chuy, I hope there's a scratching post somewhere.)
Really nice looking chesterfield too, Dr. Some high class furnituring going on there. (Chuy, I hope there's a scratching post somewhere.)
Gug sez:
These are G R E A T....I have just discovered your blog. I like it already.
Welcome!
Don't piss off the gods of HaloScan and don't get too angry when it turns ugly.
Glad to have you aboard!
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Gug sez:
These are G R E A T....I have just discovered your blog. I like it already.
Welcome!
Don't piss off the gods of HaloScan and don't get too angry when it turns ugly.
Glad to have you aboard!
.
OT, but Engrish
OT, but Engrish
Oops. That was me, not the 60 MILLION troll.
Oops. That was me, not the 60 MILLION troll.
Longest running asthma attack on Blogway.
Longest running asthma attack on Blogway.
In the spirit of "All your Base Are Belong to Us."
Sorta not safe for work.
In the spirit of "All your Base Are Belong to Us."
Sorta not safe for work.
People who declaw their cats should have their fingernails ripped off.
People who declaw their cats should have their fingernails ripped off.
Gorgeous kitty. Of course, he knows that.
Gorgeous kitty. Of course, he knows that.
Don't you just want to stick your face into that deep plush fur on that gorgeous kitty and hear him purr real close up? Ooo what a huggable beastie.
Don't you just want to stick your face into that deep plush fur on that gorgeous kitty and hear him purr real close up? Ooo what a huggable beastie.
Hey, my apologies to anyone who had a hard time viewing the nudibranch I posted!
Somehow my photo default settings changed, making the photo too large, which completely destroyed my formatting. Took me a bit of time to fix it, but it's working now.
Hey, my apologies to anyone who had a hard time viewing the nudibranch I posted!
Somehow my photo default settings changed, making the photo too large, which completely destroyed my formatting. Took me a bit of time to fix it, but it's working now.
The oldest of six, but no one messes with Betty
The oldest of six, but no one messes with Betty
Philalethes,
That is one beautiful nudibranch!
Philalethes,
That is one beautiful nudibranch!
This is going to make some folks mad,
but since you all know I'm a basically
nice guy I'm going to risk it.
If your cat is strictly a house cat --
and I emphasize strictly -- there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
The cat has no idea the claws are
gone, and it saves your furniture.
Also, even if your cat is strictly
a house cat, you should still leave
the rear claws because if he ever gets
out and another animal threatens him
he can still climb a tree.
I was a raised by a veterinarian, for
what its worth.
This is going to make some folks mad,
but since you all know I'm a basically
nice guy I'm going to risk it.
If your cat is strictly a house cat --
and I emphasize strictly -- there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
The cat has no idea the claws are
gone, and it saves your furniture.
Also, even if your cat is strictly
a house cat, you should still leave
the rear claws because if he ever gets
out and another animal threatens him
he can still climb a tree.
I was a raised by a veterinarian, for
what its worth.
Phil, looks better now, but was not so bad before. I had the same problem with betty.
got to love the width and hight attributes.
Awesome Nudi BTW
Phil, looks better now, but was not so bad before. I had the same problem with betty.
got to love the width and hight attributes.
Awesome Nudi BTW
People who declaw their cats should have their fingernails ripped off.
Actually, declawing is more analogous to amputating the finger at the end-most joint, which only makes it more gruesome.
People who declaw their cats should have their fingernails ripped off.
Actually, declawing is more analogous to amputating the finger at the end-most joint, which only makes it more gruesome.
simels,
living in a college town, our cats are allways dumpster diving and dragging furnature home, so we let them have at it.
simels,
living in a college town, our cats are allways dumpster diving and dragging furnature home, so we let them have at it.
there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
AAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(punches face into wall*10)
there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
AAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(punches face into wall*10)
my lil' russian blue used to say "nyet" instead of "meow".
i sure miss her...
my lil' russian blue used to say "nyet" instead of "meow".
i sure miss her...
Phil, looks better now, but was not so bad before. I had the same problem with betty.
Wow...she's gorgeous! Nicely done site, too!
Phil, looks better now, but was not so bad before. I had the same problem with betty.
Wow...she's gorgeous! Nicely done site, too!
I love the way that grayboy has his arms on both sides of the couch backrest. That is one relaxed cat.
I love the way that grayboy has his arms on both sides of the couch backrest. That is one relaxed cat.
She is, and I thank you sir.
She is, and I thank you sir.
Speaking of site problems...is it just me, or has Eschaton been reduced to the cat photos and not much else?
Speaking of site problems...is it just me, or has Eschaton been reduced to the cat photos and not much else?
All I'm getting is two photos, then the disclaimer. All the other posts have vanished...
All I'm getting is two photos, then the disclaimer. All the other posts have vanished...
Kent:
Wow. Those must be some big mothereffing
cats you have.
Kent:
Wow. Those must be some big mothereffing
cats you have.
Are you saying you are just getting the cats? Blogger has been a little buggered today. I just checked and it did not want to reload.
I'd check again in a moment or two
Are you saying you are just getting the cats? Blogger has been a little buggered today. I just checked and it did not want to reload.
I'd check again in a moment or two
If your cat is strictly a house cat --
and I emphasize strictly -- there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
They don't just take the claws: they also take part of the toe bone/joint.
It'd be like amputating your fingers in order to get rid of your nails.
My vet, who is a cat-only doctor, is very strongly against (a) kitties going outdoors and (b) kitties being declawed.
We have five indoor cats, and they all have all of their claws and their teeth. We have great respect for both, and we never get scratched or bit.
If you give cats good places to scratch (we have seven scratching posts, four sisal and three cardboard) your furniture is safe.
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If your cat is strictly a house cat --
and I emphasize strictly -- there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
They don't just take the claws: they also take part of the toe bone/joint.
It'd be like amputating your fingers in order to get rid of your nails.
My vet, who is a cat-only doctor, is very strongly against (a) kitties going outdoors and (b) kitties being declawed.
We have five indoor cats, and they all have all of their claws and their teeth. We have great respect for both, and we never get scratched or bit.
If you give cats good places to scratch (we have seven scratching posts, four sisal and three cardboard) your furniture is safe.
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Absolutely untrue, declawing cats causes psychological problems for them because they are used to having their claws for hunting, even if they are indoor cats. Ever notice cats sometimes playing with food before they eat it?
If you're concerned about furniture damage, either don't get a cat or protect the furniture another way. Cats don't deserve to be mutilated because of peoples vanity.
Absolutely untrue, declawing cats causes psychological problems for them because they are used to having their claws for hunting, even if they are indoor cats. Ever notice cats sometimes playing with food before they eat it?
If you're concerned about furniture damage, either don't get a cat or protect the furniture another way. Cats don't deserve to be mutilated because of peoples vanity.
I come here for the commentary, I stay for the cats.
I come here for the commentary, I stay for the cats.
whoa! catzillas! bigger than ever, but still cute! pusshie-kins! smack!
whoa! catzillas! bigger than ever, but still cute! pusshie-kins! smack!
I don't mean to come on harsh, but declawing is a subject I feel very strongly about. My vet refuses to declaw cats and I couldn't be happier.
I don't mean to come on harsh, but declawing is a subject I feel very strongly about. My vet refuses to declaw cats and I couldn't be happier.
Are you saying you are just getting the cats?
Yeah. I imagine I can go through the archives to get the most current posts...but it's kind of odd if no one's getting this view but me!
Are you saying you are just getting the cats?
Yeah. I imagine I can go through the archives to get the most current posts...but it's kind of odd if no one's getting this view but me!
Cats don't deserve to be mutilated because of peoples
vanity.
BlakNo1 | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 4:57 pm | #
I'm not trying to be snarky about this,
but I assume you feel the same way
about neutering them?
Cats don't deserve to be mutilated because of peoples
vanity.
BlakNo1 | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 4:57 pm | #
I'm not trying to be snarky about this,
but I assume you feel the same way
about neutering them?
If your cat is strictly a house cat --
and I emphasize strictly -- there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
OMG! hold out your hand! no, not that way, turn it over! smack!
The cat has no idea the claws are gone
ARRRRGH!
If your cat is strictly a house cat --
and I emphasize strictly -- there's nothing
wrong with removing their front claws.
OMG! hold out your hand! no, not that way, turn it over! smack!
The cat has no idea the claws are gone
ARRRRGH!
steve,
The boys are. I had to keep the local teamsters away. they were trying to sign the boys up (something about large cans of tuna) the boys were obviously game, but I had to explain that the dues money would buy even more tuna.
They were smart enough to see what side of the bread the tuna salad was on.
Oh shit, I think the IBEW guys are at the front door with their latest offer. I guess I'll have to dispatch them as well.
steve,
The boys are. I had to keep the local teamsters away. they were trying to sign the boys up (something about large cans of tuna) the boys were obviously game, but I had to explain that the dues money would buy even more tuna.
They were smart enough to see what side of the bread the tuna salad was on.
Oh shit, I think the IBEW guys are at the front door with their latest offer. I guess I'll have to dispatch them as well.
And I forgot to say, boy, what a beautiful kitty ... I love that silver-gray fur!
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And I forgot to say, boy, what a beautiful kitty ... I love that silver-gray fur!
::
Philatheles, it's a beautiful nudibranch, but forgive me my ignorance -- what *is* a nudibranch?
Philatheles, it's a beautiful nudibranch, but forgive me my ignorance -- what *is* a nudibranch?
The cat has no idea the claws are gone
What a stupid thing to say. And how odd not to have any idea just how stupid it is.
The cat has no idea the claws are gone
What a stupid thing to say. And how odd not to have any idea just how stupid it is.
BGK,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
BGK,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
The cats?
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
The cats?
What a stupid thing to say. And how odd not to have any idea just how stupid it
is.
Philalethes | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 5:03 pm | #
Chill. I understand people feel strongly
about this, but I have a fair amount
of experience here, both as a cat
owner and as the son and assistant of
a truly great veterinarian.
In fact, I've assisted more cat
caesareans than you've had hot meals.
Jeez...it's not like I said I voted
for Bush.
What a stupid thing to say. And how odd not to have any idea just how stupid it
is.
Philalethes | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 5:03 pm | #
Chill. I understand people feel strongly
about this, but I have a fair amount
of experience here, both as a cat
owner and as the son and assistant of
a truly great veterinarian.
In fact, I've assisted more cat
caesareans than you've had hot meals.
Jeez...it's not like I said I voted
for Bush.
BGK,
YES! So cuuuuuuuute!
BGK,
YES! So cuuuuuuuute!
My Matthew is a blue. In fact, I call him Matthew Blue. He is the smartest of our 6. (His other nickname is The Panther.)
BTW, if you want a lecture, call a conservative.
If you want a helping hand, call a liberal.
My Matthew is a blue. In fact, I call him Matthew Blue. He is the smartest of our 6. (His other nickname is The Panther.)
BTW, if you want a lecture, call a conservative.
If you want a helping hand, call a liberal.
I cannot weigh in one the actual effect declawing has on a cat. We traditionally had our animals declawed (front only) if they are indoor cats. But since the last year or so, we have decided to forego this with any new adoptions. As people have discussed this, we have become increasingly uncomfortable with this form of alteration. For all the joy they give us, we can tolerate some shredded furniture and mend a few wounds if they get out of hand with each other.
I cannot weigh in one the actual effect declawing has on a cat. We traditionally had our animals declawed (front only) if they are indoor cats. But since the last year or so, we have decided to forego this with any new adoptions. As people have discussed this, we have become increasingly uncomfortable with this form of alteration. For all the joy they give us, we can tolerate some shredded furniture and mend a few wounds if they get out of hand with each other.
Love the expression in the first shot:
"WHY must you hound me so? You know I love you, for some inexplicable reason . . . oh wait, the food, that's right . . . but really! I need my sleep. Now go away, you silly feeding thing."
Love the expression in the first shot:
"WHY must you hound me so? You know I love you, for some inexplicable reason . . . oh wait, the food, that's right . . . but really! I need my sleep. Now go away, you silly feeding thing."
Neutering a cat or dog isn't about vanity, it's about preventing unwanted cats/dogs from being born. Cats also do not suffer the same psychological damage from neutering as declawing.
All the cats I've ever owned were so much happier and content after they were neutered/spayed. All the declawed cats I've ever seen were always neurotic to some extent or another.
Neutering a cat or dog isn't about vanity, it's about preventing unwanted cats/dogs from being born. Cats also do not suffer the same psychological damage from neutering as declawing.
All the cats I've ever owned were so much happier and content after they were neutered/spayed. All the declawed cats I've ever seen were always neurotic to some extent or another.
I'm not trying to be snarky about this, but I assume you feel the same way about neutering them?
steve simels
It's really a different question. Basically, our cultural take on "pet" animals is pretty blinkered. I remember hearing a radio debate between a guy who insisted that cats should be kept indoors to prevent excessive predation of songbirds, and that feral cats should be eradicated; and someone who wanted house cats to roam freely outdoors, and wanted to neuter feral cats and then release them. Both worked at shelters, and were stanuch animal-welfare people.
Being one o' them bleeding-heart vegan types, I expected to agree with the latter person...but I was surprised to find that the "keep 'em indoors" guy actually made more sense. If one is going to let cats out of doors, neutering them really is absolutely essential to society at large. If anyone cares, I can explain why at greater length...but trust me, it goes WAY beyond the individual cat's "rights."
I'm not trying to be snarky about this, but I assume you feel the same way about neutering them?
steve simels
It's really a different question. Basically, our cultural take on "pet" animals is pretty blinkered. I remember hearing a radio debate between a guy who insisted that cats should be kept indoors to prevent excessive predation of songbirds, and that feral cats should be eradicated; and someone who wanted house cats to roam freely outdoors, and wanted to neuter feral cats and then release them. Both worked at shelters, and were stanuch animal-welfare people.
Being one o' them bleeding-heart vegan types, I expected to agree with the latter person...but I was surprised to find that the "keep 'em indoors" guy actually made more sense. If one is going to let cats out of doors, neutering them really is absolutely essential to society at large. If anyone cares, I can explain why at greater length...but trust me, it goes WAY beyond the individual cat's "rights."
Thank you. Rizzo is quite sweet on Ava (she's the mostly white one), and snuggling is a recurring theme
recurring theme
recurring theme
recurring theme
Jack also likes to snuggle.
Thank you. Rizzo is quite sweet on Ava (she's the mostly white one), and snuggling is a recurring theme
recurring theme
recurring theme
recurring theme
Jack also likes to snuggle.
Pudublogging at www.bobharris.com! (shamelessly plugging for a great website)
But I will leave you with a cat related quote:
Cats: All your base are belong to us
Pudublogging at www.bobharris.com! (shamelessly plugging for a great website)
But I will leave you with a cat related quote:
Cats: All your base are belong to us
Ek:
In case I didn't make it obvious, I'm
not suggesting you should have a cat
declawed if you have ethical qualms
about it.
Medically, I'm saying its not as black
and white as some of the folks here
think.
Ek:
In case I didn't make it obvious, I'm
not suggesting you should have a cat
declawed if you have ethical qualms
about it.
Medically, I'm saying its not as black
and white as some of the folks here
think.
Nice cat.
Nice cat.
For what its worth:
My Porfirio -- history's most adorable
calico -- and my Murray -- Manhattan's
most sophisticated tuxedo -- were both
declawed and lived long, happy, and
productive lives.
For what its worth:
My Porfirio -- history's most adorable
calico -- and my Murray -- Manhattan's
most sophisticated tuxedo -- were both
declawed and lived long, happy, and
productive lives.
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Jeez...it's not like I said I voted
for Bush.
steve simels
I'm sorry, Steve! If I'd noticed it was you who made that comment, I would've rephrased it and made it much less blunt. I reacted to it before I read the signature, which if nothing else should tell you that I feel kind of strongly about it!
Not having done so, uh...well, I'm certainly not gonna defend calling someone whom I like a lot "stupid"! I guess the most I can say is that I simply don't understand what you're basing that comment on. Nothing in my experience suggests that it's accurate.
Jeez...it's not like I said I voted
for Bush.
steve simels
I'm sorry, Steve! If I'd noticed it was you who made that comment, I would've rephrased it and made it much less blunt. I reacted to it before I read the signature, which if nothing else should tell you that I feel kind of strongly about it!
Not having done so, uh...well, I'm certainly not gonna defend calling someone whom I like a lot "stupid"! I guess the most I can say is that I simply don't understand what you're basing that comment on. Nothing in my experience suggests that it's accurate.
Dave how old is that pretty tux?
Dave how old is that pretty tux?
Good God, man. Learn how to use that digital camera, (or editing software!)
Good God, man. Learn how to use that digital camera, (or editing software!)
Philalethes:
No offense taken -- I know that feelings
on subjects like this run high. And
or what its also worth, current
veterinary opinion on the subject
may have changed since I was assisting.
You may be right about the medical
issues; it's not like I keep up
with the literature.
Anyway, the cats above are gorgeous.
Philalethes:
No offense taken -- I know that feelings
on subjects like this run high. And
or what its also worth, current
veterinary opinion on the subject
may have changed since I was assisting.
You may be right about the medical
issues; it's not like I keep up
with the literature.
Anyway, the cats above are gorgeous.
BGK,
I can stand no more. They are too friggin' cute.
BGK,
I can stand no more. They are too friggin' cute.
BGK,
indeed you do have a handfull of sweet furry love over there.
BGK,
indeed you do have a handfull of sweet furry love over there.
Medically, I'm saying its not as black
and white as some of the folks here
think.
steve simels
People who have their cats declawed are pussies.
::
Medically, I'm saying its not as black
and white as some of the folks here
think.
steve simels
People who have their cats declawed are pussies.
::
Many niiiiiice kitties!!
BGK, your kitties are damned cut too. I love that pink nose.
Many niiiiiice kitties!!
BGK, your kitties are damned cut too. I love that pink nose.
That has got to be the very definition of a nudibranch! Goodness!
*S*O*M*E N*U*D*B*R*A*N*C*H !!
That has got to be the very definition of a nudibranch! Goodness!
*S*O*M*E N*U*D*B*R*A*N*C*H !!
"The cat has no idea the claws are
gone, and it saves your furniture.'
Sorry, I have to disagree. My mother had my late Russian Blue declawed while I was away, and it definitely affected her personality for the worse (the cat, not my mother.)
My current kitten has all of her claws, and has shown no interest in our couches. Ironically, we got the couches as castoffs and thus wouldn't much care. Most of our furniture is cat-positive*, which is also better for my allergies.
*leather or upholstery-free, no drapes.
"The cat has no idea the claws are
gone, and it saves your furniture.'
Sorry, I have to disagree. My mother had my late Russian Blue declawed while I was away, and it definitely affected her personality for the worse (the cat, not my mother.)
My current kitten has all of her claws, and has shown no interest in our couches. Ironically, we got the couches as castoffs and thus wouldn't much care. Most of our furniture is cat-positive*, which is also better for my allergies.
*leather or upholstery-free, no drapes.
Kent,
Your kitties are nothing to sneeze at. Betty doesn't look 18!
Kent,
Your kitties are nothing to sneeze at. Betty doesn't look 18!
Are you really taking my picture again?
Are you really taking my picture again?
Steve
I wasn't harping at you. I was just lending my opinion as another cat concierge. Saying cat owner doesn't fit really with a cat.
Steve
I wasn't harping at you. I was just lending my opinion as another cat concierge. Saying cat owner doesn't fit really with a cat.
WT,
She'll appreciate that, but she is a little arthritic, and getting skinny, but she's full of life and plays like a kitten, and though Jack is twice her size, he knows better than to mess with the boss.
WT,
She'll appreciate that, but she is a little arthritic, and getting skinny, but she's full of life and plays like a kitten, and though Jack is twice her size, he knows better than to mess with the boss.
Ek:
I know you weren't. But thanks for
the coinage -- cat concierge. I really
like that.
Ek:
I know you weren't. But thanks for
the coinage -- cat concierge. I really
like that.
Pop quiz:
How old was the oldest cat you ever
encountered?
Pop quiz:
How old was the oldest cat you ever
encountered?
Philalethes:
No offense taken
I hope not. Again, there's no way I would've said that if I'd known it was you posting it, and I do sincerely apologize.
Here's where I'm coming from, just for the record: I have some experience of working at shelters, and I know that it's not uncommon for declawed cats to flip out, and then be dumped on a shelter because they don't have the "right" personality. It's usually hard to find new homes for them, and they often get put to sleep.
Everything that declawing can accomplish is better accomplished in other ways. Just as with dogs, you can blame bad behavior more on the owners than the animal. I managed to have two cats for years in a house with thousands of LPs, and they never used the spines for a scratching post, 'cause they knew better.
By the same token, if you don't want cats to kill birds, you can put a bell around their necks, or make some kind of enclosure around the yard, or what have you. Or you can keep them indoors. Like a lot of other bad practices, declawing just strikes me as the easiest solution for people, rather than the best solution for all concerned. If declawing didn't affect your cats, that's great..but it definitely does affect some, so I say, "why take the risk when there are cheaper, non-surgical solutions?"
I hope that makes some kind of sense.
Philalethes:
No offense taken
I hope not. Again, there's no way I would've said that if I'd known it was you posting it, and I do sincerely apologize.
Here's where I'm coming from, just for the record: I have some experience of working at shelters, and I know that it's not uncommon for declawed cats to flip out, and then be dumped on a shelter because they don't have the "right" personality. It's usually hard to find new homes for them, and they often get put to sleep.
Everything that declawing can accomplish is better accomplished in other ways. Just as with dogs, you can blame bad behavior more on the owners than the animal. I managed to have two cats for years in a house with thousands of LPs, and they never used the spines for a scratching post, 'cause they knew better.
By the same token, if you don't want cats to kill birds, you can put a bell around their necks, or make some kind of enclosure around the yard, or what have you. Or you can keep them indoors. Like a lot of other bad practices, declawing just strikes me as the easiest solution for people, rather than the best solution for all concerned. If declawing didn't affect your cats, that's great..but it definitely does affect some, so I say, "why take the risk when there are cheaper, non-surgical solutions?"
I hope that makes some kind of sense.
My mother's -- 19.
My mother's -- 19.
Steve,
I'd have to say just north of 21 years old, if memory serves.
Steve,
I'd have to say just north of 21 years old, if memory serves.
...how old is that pretty tux?
We think she's about five... she came with the house, and isn't "officially" our cat, though she's sleeping in the living room right now... she's been "out on the streets" since she was born, apparently, and originally, would not even let us come close.
We had a bit of a scare when she went missing for two days earlier in the week - turns out she got locked into our neighbor's basement!
...how old is that pretty tux?
We think she's about five... she came with the house, and isn't "officially" our cat, though she's sleeping in the living room right now... she's been "out on the streets" since she was born, apparently, and originally, would not even let us come close.
We had a bit of a scare when she went missing for two days earlier in the week - turns out she got locked into our neighbor's basement!
BGK - All those cats, lolling, reminds me of The Sisters
And as for nails - Arthur's have grown out to mandarin length again (that's a $57 pedicure folks, cause he won't let me touch 'em and he has to be knocked out) - and it's clearly a breed benefit. The things he can now hook with those nails! The things he can manipulate with them.... (Stay. Away. From. The. Brie.)
Sorry about the missing 'i' in Nudibranch.
BGK - All those cats, lolling, reminds me of The Sisters
And as for nails - Arthur's have grown out to mandarin length again (that's a $57 pedicure folks, cause he won't let me touch 'em and he has to be knocked out) - and it's clearly a breed benefit. The things he can now hook with those nails! The things he can manipulate with them.... (Stay. Away. From. The. Brie.)
Sorry about the missing 'i' in Nudibranch.
Philatheles, it's a beautiful nudibranch, but forgive me my ignorance -- what *is* a nudibranch?
strawhat
It's a tiny form of sea slug...usually about an inch or two long. There are about 3000 different kinds, and they tend to be very, very colorful and strange. I got interested in 'em from taking a marine biology class in college.
Philatheles, it's a beautiful nudibranch, but forgive me my ignorance -- what *is* a nudibranch?
strawhat
It's a tiny form of sea slug...usually about an inch or two long. There are about 3000 different kinds, and they tend to be very, very colorful and strange. I got interested in 'em from taking a marine biology class in college.
How old was the oldest cat you ever
encountered?
We had a cat that lived to 19, though the last couple of years, she was pretty loopy - used to come to a stop in the middle of the hall and growl and hiss at nothing in particular.
I figure I'll be doing the same when I'm that age...
How old was the oldest cat you ever
encountered?
We had a cat that lived to 19, though the last couple of years, she was pretty loopy - used to come to a stop in the middle of the hall and growl and hiss at nothing in particular.
I figure I'll be doing the same when I'm that age...
And incidentally - the tuxedo cat is missing because, if my brief course in fashion upholstery is correct, that is a tuxedo sofa.
Who would need both?
And incidentally - the tuxedo cat is missing because, if my brief course in fashion upholstery is correct, that is a tuxedo sofa.
Who would need both?
I hope that makes some kind of sense.
Philalethes | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 5:37 pm | #
Of course it does. Apology not
necessary.
Meanwhile, the oldest one I ever
saw was 20, and totally spry. Pure
white, gorgeous cat.
I hope that makes some kind of sense.
Philalethes | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 5:37 pm | #
Of course it does. Apology not
necessary.
Meanwhile, the oldest one I ever
saw was 20, and totally spry. Pure
white, gorgeous cat.
- turns out she got locked into our neighbor's basement!
dave
I know what you mean, that is usualy the first place we look when one of ours has been gone for longer than usual.
- turns out she got locked into our neighbor's basement!
dave
I know what you mean, that is usualy the first place we look when one of ours has been gone for longer than usual.
The expression in that first picture is "I'm too sexy for this couch."
The 2nd is "There is something on the coffee table I want to bat to the floor. And I will. Later. When I decide to."
And here's a neighbor's cat that has been visiting me regularly. Very friendly. He makes his rounds every afternoon, up and down the block. Today he appeared on my porch as soon as I got home.
The expression in that first picture is "I'm too sexy for this couch."
The 2nd is "There is something on the coffee table I want to bat to the floor. And I will. Later. When I decide to."
And here's a neighbor's cat that has been visiting me regularly. Very friendly. He makes his rounds every afternoon, up and down the block. Today he appeared on my porch as soon as I got home.
My last wife's mentor/dissertation director had a siamese who lived to be 21. The last wife still has an elderly, hyper-thyroid calico who came to live with us as a yearling in early '85. A Cajun calico, she has alawys had a distinct drawl in her yowl, y'all, she weighed, last i saw her in August, about 3 and a half pounds...but that 3 and a half pounds of sheerest ornery...
My last wife's mentor/dissertation director had a siamese who lived to be 21. The last wife still has an elderly, hyper-thyroid calico who came to live with us as a yearling in early '85. A Cajun calico, she has alawys had a distinct drawl in her yowl, y'all, she weighed, last i saw her in August, about 3 and a half pounds...but that 3 and a half pounds of sheerest ornery...
GWPDA,
I nominate Arthur for greatest animal personality. He sure has his "ways".
GWPDA,
I nominate Arthur for greatest animal personality. He sure has his "ways".
Got to get my two cents in about the declawing. I had two cats declawed, and neither had any personality problems. Of course, they were totally indoor cats, the only sane option in the city.
They _don't_ know the claws are gone - the stretch-and-claw behavior continues. In fact, just using their paws they ripped the fabric off the bottom of a box spring. And they caught mice, too.
The younger is still alive, a pretty healthy and feisty 19. And she still sharpens her imaginary claws on my dresser.
When Yuki passes on to the big lap in the sky, however, any future cats will not be declawed. I bow to the keener sensibilities around me.
Got to get my two cents in about the declawing. I had two cats declawed, and neither had any personality problems. Of course, they were totally indoor cats, the only sane option in the city.
They _don't_ know the claws are gone - the stretch-and-claw behavior continues. In fact, just using their paws they ripped the fabric off the bottom of a box spring. And they caught mice, too.
The younger is still alive, a pretty healthy and feisty 19. And she still sharpens her imaginary claws on my dresser.
When Yuki passes on to the big lap in the sky, however, any future cats will not be declawed. I bow to the keener sensibilities around me.
Friday Emperor Tamarin blogging
Friday Emperor Tamarin blogging
TOW,
It sounds like you are in the process of being owned. Or she may be like our bean, who will occasionally adopt a neighbor.
TOW,
It sounds like you are in the process of being owned. Or she may be like our bean, who will occasionally adopt a neighbor.
Kent, you might be right about that. It may be time too, haven't had a kitty of my own for a long time. Allergies. Did almost 3 years of shots for that, too. It helped, but did not eliminate them.
Kent, you might be right about that. It may be time too, haven't had a kitty of my own for a long time. Allergies. Did almost 3 years of shots for that, too. It helped, but did not eliminate them.
Why do we never get tired of looking at cats? I can see why the ancient Egyptians worshipped them.
Bast is the Goddess of cats, the rising sun, the moon, truth, enlightenment, lesbians, sexuality, physical pleasures, fertility, bounty, birth, plenty, the household and protector of the home, civilization, creation, music, dance, the arts, hemp, and battler of serpents which attack the sun god.
Why do we never get tired of looking at cats? I can see why the ancient Egyptians worshipped them.
Bast is the Goddess of cats, the rising sun, the moon, truth, enlightenment, lesbians, sexuality, physical pleasures, fertility, bounty, birth, plenty, the household and protector of the home, civilization, creation, music, dance, the arts, hemp, and battler of serpents which attack the sun god.
Can I please meeet and pet that Kitty?
Look at those eyes. I am in Love!
Can I please meeet and pet that Kitty?
Look at those eyes. I am in Love!
Steve -
My cat, Junie Moon, lived to be 21 3/4. She died in my arms at home, a sweet princess till the end.
Do I win the longevity prize (haven't checked the other comments)
*
Steve -
My cat, Junie Moon, lived to be 21 3/4. She died in my arms at home, a sweet princess till the end.
Do I win the longevity prize (haven't checked the other comments)
*
Many cats who are declawed get very defensive and will bite when the situation doesn't warrent biting; I adopted an older cat who was given up by her owners and had bounced from foster home to foster home because she reacted to stress by biting. Poor kitty.
She was very sweet and would sit on my lap when I was on the computer and be a wrist-rest. Yes, she would bite but I was cat-savvy enough to know that she wasn't 'chomping'; she never broke skin. She was a tuxedo too.
Many cats who are declawed get very defensive and will bite when the situation doesn't warrent biting; I adopted an older cat who was given up by her owners and had bounced from foster home to foster home because she reacted to stress by biting. Poor kitty.
She was very sweet and would sit on my lap when I was on the computer and be a wrist-rest. Yes, she would bite but I was cat-savvy enough to know that she wasn't 'chomping'; she never broke skin. She was a tuxedo too.
About cats clawing the furniture. I discovered that if you place a scratcher at the location where they like to claw (edge of sofa, etc.) they will, of course, scratch the toy and not the furniture.
After awhile you can even move the scratcher to another location and they will still prefer that, and not the sofa. It works like a charm everytime!
*
About cats clawing the furniture. I discovered that if you place a scratcher at the location where they like to claw (edge of sofa, etc.) they will, of course, scratch the toy and not the furniture.
After awhile you can even move the scratcher to another location and they will still prefer that, and not the sofa. It works like a charm everytime!
*
indeed you do have a handfull of sweet furry love over there.
Handful? You must be joking. Jack is 13+ pounds of solid muscle, Rizzo is 13 pounds of mostly muscle but a goodly amount of fluff, and Ava (though she will likely be smaller than the boys) is an almost-unbelieveably solid 8 pounds. With the thermonuclear growth spurts these cats have had, I must have something in the groundwater. It's a good thing my cats have such winsome personalities, as I wouldn't last ten minutes if they got ornery.
indeed you do have a handfull of sweet furry love over there.
Handful? You must be joking. Jack is 13+ pounds of solid muscle, Rizzo is 13 pounds of mostly muscle but a goodly amount of fluff, and Ava (though she will likely be smaller than the boys) is an almost-unbelieveably solid 8 pounds. With the thermonuclear growth spurts these cats have had, I must have something in the groundwater. It's a good thing my cats have such winsome personalities, as I wouldn't last ten minutes if they got ornery.
kent - Arthur is also exhibiting extreme smartness. The pool was being drained yesterday and last night - and we went outside and he saw that the water was retreating. He kept a wide berth around the enormous hole, and I mean very wide. Today, the pool now clean, is slowly filling back up - and again we did a tour, he recognised that there was still an issue and continues to ignore the entire operation. No testing, no what if - he has assessed the situation as potentially dangerous and is confident it is being addressed. Well, I'm impressed. As for nails - kent, realise that shar-pei have black nails. Like the goth-est of all goths, long and manipulative, oh! No shar-pei tolerates having their nails done, it's a thing. Black nails, black tongue, black eyeliner - chic!
kent - Arthur is also exhibiting extreme smartness. The pool was being drained yesterday and last night - and we went outside and he saw that the water was retreating. He kept a wide berth around the enormous hole, and I mean very wide. Today, the pool now clean, is slowly filling back up - and again we did a tour, he recognised that there was still an issue and continues to ignore the entire operation. No testing, no what if - he has assessed the situation as potentially dangerous and is confident it is being addressed. Well, I'm impressed. As for nails - kent, realise that shar-pei have black nails. Like the goth-est of all goths, long and manipulative, oh! No shar-pei tolerates having their nails done, it's a thing. Black nails, black tongue, black eyeliner - chic!
...(the basement) is usualy the first place we look when one of ours has been gone for longer than usual.
We've got a couple of empty houses on our block, so I was targeting them instead, since both had workers there about the same time she disappeared. I was gonna check with these particular neighbors that night, but when I came home, they had left a note on the door explaining what happened.
...(the basement) is usualy the first place we look when one of ours has been gone for longer than usual.
We've got a couple of empty houses on our block, so I was targeting them instead, since both had workers there about the same time she disappeared. I was gonna check with these particular neighbors that night, but when I came home, they had left a note on the door explaining what happened.
My gorgeous Alpha male, Willie (RIP) was a beautiful cream-colored, marble blue-eyed boy who I adopted when he was pretty young (a neighbor abandoned him when they moved) -- he was so bouncy and affectionate and followed me everywhere! I would walk down the street and he would run along side of me, just until we got to the crossing, and I would tell him to stay -- he would hide behind a big bush and then when I would return home he would leap out at me -- his most fun game -- and we would continue back home.
One day I forgot about Willie, and went someplace else after my usual corner store shopping. I got home a few hours later and couldn't find my Willie. And then it dawned on me. Could. He. Actually. Be... still sitting under the bush at the end of the street waiting for me?
Yup, he was. God I loved that cat. *(I have another willie story, the time he got stuck in a neighbor's garage for a weekend, but I'll save that for next week...)
*
My gorgeous Alpha male, Willie (RIP) was a beautiful cream-colored, marble blue-eyed boy who I adopted when he was pretty young (a neighbor abandoned him when they moved) -- he was so bouncy and affectionate and followed me everywhere! I would walk down the street and he would run along side of me, just until we got to the crossing, and I would tell him to stay -- he would hide behind a big bush and then when I would return home he would leap out at me -- his most fun game -- and we would continue back home.
One day I forgot about Willie, and went someplace else after my usual corner store shopping. I got home a few hours later and couldn't find my Willie. And then it dawned on me. Could. He. Actually. Be... still sitting under the bush at the end of the street waiting for me?
Yup, he was. God I loved that cat. *(I have another willie story, the time he got stuck in a neighbor's garage for a weekend, but I'll save that for next week...)
*
i attended UC Santa Cruz in the '80's. unofficial school mascot was the banana slug, but the admin types wanted to change to sea lions. the student body, being reasonable, suggested the sea slug as a compromise....but as it turned out the mascot is still the banana slug (the only critter capable of decomposing redwood trees). scroll down to view IF you DARE!
http://www.scsc.k12.ar.us/2001Ou...Projects/GannK/
so exciting to see the nudibranches and all the wonderful poohs! thank you to all for sharing them.
i attended UC Santa Cruz in the '80's. unofficial school mascot was the banana slug, but the admin types wanted to change to sea lions. the student body, being reasonable, suggested the sea slug as a compromise....but as it turned out the mascot is still the banana slug (the only critter capable of decomposing redwood trees). scroll down to view IF you DARE!
http://www.scsc.k12.ar.us/2001Ou...Projects/GannK/
so exciting to see the nudibranches and all the wonderful poohs! thank you to all for sharing them.
Oh, and let's not forget Friday Rabbit-blogging, starring Mighty Rex Rabbit!
Oh, and let's not forget Friday Rabbit-blogging, starring Mighty Rex Rabbit!
BGK,
"handful" is relative term, our three guys top 50 pounds if they could be manuvered to occupy the same scale at one time.
BGK,
"handful" is relative term, our three guys top 50 pounds if they could be manuvered to occupy the same scale at one time.
I had a Siamese that was 22 years old--got her when my first son was born. She died three or four days before my birthday that year (01). The last week, she stopped eating, the last two or three days before she died, she stopped drinking water. She was a mighty fine cat.
I had a Siamese that was 22 years old--got her when my first son was born. She died three or four days before my birthday that year (01). The last week, she stopped eating, the last two or three days before she died, she stopped drinking water. She was a mighty fine cat.
beck -
That's exactly what happened to my 21 year old. I had her all set up in a corner, on a blanket with a heating pad, and she was very happy but getting weaker and weaker. Finally one day she stopped eating her food and a few days later she stopped drinking. I tried to get a few drops into her with an eye dropper but a friend mentioned that her body was shutting down naturally and it wouldn't be right to try and force any liquid because her body could not process it. That made so much sense to me and it helped me to accept and respect the dying process. It was just a day later when she passed.
*
beck -
That's exactly what happened to my 21 year old. I had her all set up in a corner, on a blanket with a heating pad, and she was very happy but getting weaker and weaker. Finally one day she stopped eating her food and a few days later she stopped drinking. I tried to get a few drops into her with an eye dropper but a friend mentioned that her body was shutting down naturally and it wouldn't be right to try and force any liquid because her body could not process it. That made so much sense to me and it helped me to accept and respect the dying process. It was just a day later when she passed.
*
GWPDA,
Glad to hear that Arthur was not compelled to chase the water as it drained, therefor not having to be carried back out by you. Though I still think it would have made some fine video.
I have never peronally known a Shar pei.
I will keep in mind some of the traits you describe, when I do. I have always thought that they were cute as hell, ole wrinkly things.
WOT,
do you wonder if the neighbors are interested in giving the little honey bunny up? Or is it time for a trip to the pound?
dave,
I imagine that your cat must have been little freaked out by the experience. she/he has probably learned its lesson.
GWPDA,
Glad to hear that Arthur was not compelled to chase the water as it drained, therefor not having to be carried back out by you. Though I still think it would have made some fine video.
I have never peronally known a Shar pei.
I will keep in mind some of the traits you describe, when I do. I have always thought that they were cute as hell, ole wrinkly things.
WOT,
do you wonder if the neighbors are interested in giving the little honey bunny up? Or is it time for a trip to the pound?
dave,
I imagine that your cat must have been little freaked out by the experience. she/he has probably learned its lesson.
Forgive me if this has been explained already, but from what I understand, cats need their front claws to be able to stretch their backs adequately. Cats without front claws can't get the traction for the deep stretching their back needs.
Forgive me if this has been explained already, but from what I understand, cats need their front claws to be able to stretch their backs adequately. Cats without front claws can't get the traction for the deep stretching their back needs.
JFTB,
Willy sound like a fantastic and funny boy. Great story.
JFTB,
Willy sound like a fantastic and funny boy. Great story.
kent -
That's cute as hell, wrinkly ol' -thug-. That's a bonemouth of course, and not necessarily a meatmouth. Interestingly, the Chinese, who during the Revolution nearly wiped out the breed (and these guys were -the- breed in China for probably millenia) now are having dog shows where best of breed are being assessed - and it's always a bonemouth who wins. Bonemouths are working dogs, and they have and feel themselves to have great responsibility for their person and their homeland. The Spenser of dogdom, I like to think.
kent -
That's cute as hell, wrinkly ol' -thug-. That's a bonemouth of course, and not necessarily a meatmouth. Interestingly, the Chinese, who during the Revolution nearly wiped out the breed (and these guys were -the- breed in China for probably millenia) now are having dog shows where best of breed are being assessed - and it's always a bonemouth who wins. Bonemouths are working dogs, and they have and feel themselves to have great responsibility for their person and their homeland. The Spenser of dogdom, I like to think.
I had a cat that had the amazing ability to shrink himself and glide under tiny spaces. I was living on the third floor of an apartment house and had cracked the window open about three inches and thought that he couldn't get out on the outside ledge. Later I closed the window for the night and then suddenly got the feeling that I am being watched. And there he was outside looking in with a rather annoyed look on his face. He weighed over ten pounds and was a big boy and somehow he had squeezed himself through three inches of space. Either that or he had dematerialized a la Star Trek and rematerialized outside.
I had a cat that had the amazing ability to shrink himself and glide under tiny spaces. I was living on the third floor of an apartment house and had cracked the window open about three inches and thought that he couldn't get out on the outside ledge. Later I closed the window for the night and then suddenly got the feeling that I am being watched. And there he was outside looking in with a rather annoyed look on his face. He weighed over ten pounds and was a big boy and somehow he had squeezed himself through three inches of space. Either that or he had dematerialized a la Star Trek and rematerialized outside.
Forgive me if this has been explained already, but from what I understand, cats need their front claws to be able to stretch their backs adequately. Cats without front claws can't get the traction for the deep stretching their back needs.
deja pseu
That's a good point. And also, putting aside the argument over whether cats "know" their claws are gone - which is perhaps more a question about the persistence of instinct than anything else...or about whether "phantom limbs" are more long-lasting in animals than in people - the larger question is, "Is it a good thing that they don't know their claws are missing?" I'd say it isn't.
Forgive me if this has been explained already, but from what I understand, cats need their front claws to be able to stretch their backs adequately. Cats without front claws can't get the traction for the deep stretching their back needs.
deja pseu
That's a good point. And also, putting aside the argument over whether cats "know" their claws are gone - which is perhaps more a question about the persistence of instinct than anything else...or about whether "phantom limbs" are more long-lasting in animals than in people - the larger question is, "Is it a good thing that they don't know their claws are missing?" I'd say it isn't.
It's Friday Dog Blogging at Fuzzy Puppy again, with Molly asking the tough religious questions this time. (Mostly because Basil ate an empty quart Half & Half container and is still feeling a bit under the weather. And inflamed at one end. Eee-yow.)
It's Friday Dog Blogging at Fuzzy Puppy again, with Molly asking the tough religious questions this time. (Mostly because Basil ate an empty quart Half & Half container and is still feeling a bit under the weather. And inflamed at one end. Eee-yow.)
Thanks, Kent. He was amazing. The day he died was the saddest for me. I had moved to the mountains where there were a lot of coyotes and I was told he should be inside. He was already 17 and was used to the run of the neighborhood and I knew it would be hard for him. So when we moved to the new place I built him a "coyote proof" run attached to the house so that he could have a bit of the outdoors. But of course it was terribly confining and not the same as it was for him. One day he got out, just for about 5 minutes and he was hit by a gardening truck, which just sped off. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked outside and saw him there in the street.
I picked him up and wrapped him in his favorite blanket and I sat down and wrote him a long letter, my tears streaming down onto the page, blurring the ink. I told him how much I loved him and how sorry I was that I didn't protect him better. I told him that I hoped he would come back to me, in the spirit of another cat, someday. I sealed the envelope and placed the letter, and a flower, over the blanket, put him in a special box and buried him under a ginger tree in the yard.
The next cat I got was the complete opposite of Willy, a very feminine girl. I wanted it that way. It's strange but true that every place I've lived since, a male stray cat has come up to my door and become part of my life. One is outside eating at this very moment, on the back step. Haven't named him yet, I'm thinking of "charlie", though. Shades of Willy...
ah. cats.
*
Thanks, Kent. He was amazing. The day he died was the saddest for me. I had moved to the mountains where there were a lot of coyotes and I was told he should be inside. He was already 17 and was used to the run of the neighborhood and I knew it would be hard for him. So when we moved to the new place I built him a "coyote proof" run attached to the house so that he could have a bit of the outdoors. But of course it was terribly confining and not the same as it was for him. One day he got out, just for about 5 minutes and he was hit by a gardening truck, which just sped off. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked outside and saw him there in the street.
I picked him up and wrapped him in his favorite blanket and I sat down and wrote him a long letter, my tears streaming down onto the page, blurring the ink. I told him how much I loved him and how sorry I was that I didn't protect him better. I told him that I hoped he would come back to me, in the spirit of another cat, someday. I sealed the envelope and placed the letter, and a flower, over the blanket, put him in a special box and buried him under a ginger tree in the yard.
The next cat I got was the complete opposite of Willy, a very feminine girl. I wanted it that way. It's strange but true that every place I've lived since, a male stray cat has come up to my door and become part of my life. One is outside eating at this very moment, on the back step. Haven't named him yet, I'm thinking of "charlie", though. Shades of Willy...
ah. cats.
*
jenny
your cats are very lucky to have you.
jenny
your cats are very lucky to have you.
Kent-I don't know. He's well cared for (he's a good weight and appears healthy) but likes to visit all the neighbors. He never stays long, which is too bad for me. I wondered if he was getting enough attention at his home, but really, could a cat ever get ENOUGH attention? Ha.
Tow
Kent-I don't know. He's well cared for (he's a good weight and appears healthy) but likes to visit all the neighbors. He never stays long, which is too bad for me. I wondered if he was getting enough attention at his home, but really, could a cat ever get ENOUGH attention? Ha.
Tow
pygmyowl - thank you! From reading these comments every Friday i know that all our cats and dogs (hi Arthur!) are the most beloved creatures on the planet!
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pygmyowl - thank you! From reading these comments every Friday i know that all our cats and dogs (hi Arthur!) are the most beloved creatures on the planet!
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cat-blogging
(new digi-camera)
cat-blogging
(new digi-camera)
Jenny:
Is your kitty visitor getting
accustomed to you enough to come
in yet?
Jenny:
Is your kitty visitor getting
accustomed to you enough to come
in yet?
Has there been a recent discussion of cat habits? A classic in our house: We'll be standing patiently holding the door open for our feline to come in/go out, and she'll be taking her own sweet time about it. ("Would you mind turning up the thermostat?" or "Uh, could you shut that rain off?") Finally you give up, fugettaboudit. At the last minute, when the door is almost shut, she'll dart through, clearly thrilled at pulling our chains. Again.
Has there been a recent discussion of cat habits? A classic in our house: We'll be standing patiently holding the door open for our feline to come in/go out, and she'll be taking her own sweet time about it. ("Would you mind turning up the thermostat?" or "Uh, could you shut that rain off?") Finally you give up, fugettaboudit. At the last minute, when the door is almost shut, she'll dart through, clearly thrilled at pulling our chains. Again.
Arthur, the Gatekeeper.
You wanna try something?
Arthur, the Gatekeeper.
You wanna try something?
steve -
no. although i touched the top of his head for a second this morning and he forgot to hiss at me... breakthrough!
two questions for you:
1. how was your Robin Hitchcock visit.
2. how many ex-wives do you have?
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steve -
no. although i touched the top of his head for a second this morning and he forgot to hiss at me... breakthrough!
two questions for you:
1. how was your Robin Hitchcock visit.
2. how many ex-wives do you have?
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How about the begging for the people food and then when you give them a piece, they sniff it and give you this "you expect me to EAT that?" and walk away.
How about the begging for the people food and then when you give them a piece, they sniff it and give you this "you expect me to EAT that?" and walk away.
Jenny:
Robyn Hitchcock was very cool, but
I spent more talking with a friend
of his, a Brit documentary filmaker
who just had a doc on Syd Barrett
of Pink Floyd on the BBC. He's gonna
send me a DVD copy when it comes out
next month.
And actually, I have no-ex wives in
the legal sense, just women I've lived
with for extended periods.
But the answer is three. Still
friendly with all of them.
The first designed the cover for talking
heads' remain in light album, BTW.
Jenny:
Robyn Hitchcock was very cool, but
I spent more talking with a friend
of his, a Brit documentary filmaker
who just had a doc on Syd Barrett
of Pink Floyd on the BBC. He's gonna
send me a DVD copy when it comes out
next month.
And actually, I have no-ex wives in
the legal sense, just women I've lived
with for extended periods.
But the answer is three. Still
friendly with all of them.
The first designed the cover for talking
heads' remain in light album, BTW.
Anyone here have a cat that fetches? I had never heard of this until a friends told me about their young tabby. A scrunched-up ball of paper is used. I don't know details about how much training was involved, but this cat will now come up to her owners with a the "ball" in her mouth and, once eye contact is made, she will drop the ball, her way of saying "Throw it! Let's play!" So they throw the ball and kitty tears after the ball, grabs it in her mouth, returns to starting point and drops the ball at their feet.
How unusual is this??
Anyone here have a cat that fetches? I had never heard of this until a friends told me about their young tabby. A scrunched-up ball of paper is used. I don't know details about how much training was involved, but this cat will now come up to her owners with a the "ball" in her mouth and, once eye contact is made, she will drop the ball, her way of saying "Throw it! Let's play!" So they throw the ball and kitty tears after the ball, grabs it in her mouth, returns to starting point and drops the ball at their feet.
How unusual is this??
steve -
interesting. I also have 3 ex-husbands (but not really). Just long–term live in's that lasted longer than some of the marriages I know. The word "fiance" has never escaped my lips, Somehow I could never bring myself to do the deed. Though there is still time...
(cool about the Talking Heads artwork, I'll have to check it out)
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steve -
interesting. I also have 3 ex-husbands (but not really). Just long–term live in's that lasted longer than some of the marriages I know. The word "fiance" has never escaped my lips, Somehow I could never bring myself to do the deed. Though there is still time...
(cool about the Talking Heads artwork, I'll have to check it out)
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Nevermore -
Yes, most of my cats have been fetchers! Their favorite is the twist-tie. Endless hours of fun for them. I've given up trying to figure that one out...
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Nevermore -
Yes, most of my cats have been fetchers! Their favorite is the twist-tie. Endless hours of fun for them. I've given up trying to figure that one out...
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Jenny:
I did propose once.
She's now happily married to the
art director of Saturday Night Live.
Jenny:
I did propose once.
She's now happily married to the
art director of Saturday Night Live.
steve -
What exactly did you propose?
steve -
What exactly did you propose?
JFTB,
That's so sad, We lost Sparkey to a car as well. After softening up the earth with tears, I made him a nice hole in the back yard, wrapped him up in his favorite blankie, and layed him to rest.
I usually take the animals that the other cats have dragged home and let Sparky get a chance to chae them around.
JFTB,
That's so sad, We lost Sparkey to a car as well. After softening up the earth with tears, I made him a nice hole in the back yard, wrapped him up in his favorite blankie, and layed him to rest.
I usually take the animals that the other cats have dragged home and let Sparky get a chance to chae them around.
Eumache,
Two of ours play that game, and it is certainly annoying. I give them a small amout of time to make up their mind, then close the door.
Eumache,
Two of ours play that game, and it is certainly annoying. I give them a small amout of time to make up their mind, then close the door.
Nevermore,
Not terribly common, but I have known a couple of fetchers. It's pretty cool. Always wanted one myself.
Nevermore,
Not terribly common, but I have known a couple of fetchers. It's pretty cool. Always wanted one myself.
kent -
I think Sparkey and Willy are hanging together in kitty heaven, two cool cats sitting around talking... maybe about us!
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kent -
I think Sparkey and Willy are hanging together in kitty heaven, two cool cats sitting around talking... maybe about us!
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TheVent
Post a comment about your blog, and I will add it to my blogroll.
Thanks
hey everybody, come visit my new blog, The Vent , inspired by MyDD and MyDD readers.
TheVent
Post a comment about your blog, and I will add it to my blogroll.
Thanks
steve -
What exactly did you propose?
GWPDA | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 7:27 pm | #
It involved a camera crew, a mound
of Bolivian marching powder, and
a great dane.
Just kidding, of course.
Hey, how about those cats that fetch!
steve -
What exactly did you propose?
GWPDA | Email | Homepage | 11.19.04 - 7:27 pm | #
It involved a camera crew, a mound
of Bolivian marching powder, and
a great dane.
Just kidding, of course.
Hey, how about those cats that fetch!
jftb,
I was wondering why my ears were burning.
jftb,
I was wondering why my ears were burning.
Hey guys -- don't miss all the fun
sex stuff on the thread above!!!!
Hey guys -- don't miss all the fun
sex stuff on the thread above!!!!
My father was a vet too, and he would have never declawed a cat. Cats cannot defend themselves against other cats without their claws, because they use the front ones to hold on to their opponent while kicking & clawing with the back feet. They can still climb trees with back claws only, but they're defenseless against other cats (which can, and will, chase the defenseless kitty right up that tree and continue attacking.) Dad fussed at me about allowing Roscoe to go outside, what with him being declawed prior to coming to live with me, but that cat loved to be out (almost all of them do) and it's not something I'm going to deny any of them. As a result, Roscoe went to the vet (Dad) once or twice a year to have abcesses seen to - the result of getting his ass kicked by other cats. (He survived a Rottweiler as well, but that's another story).
Re: cat behavior: I've never met one that wouldn't bite (playfully, sometimes insanely) once it got over-stimulated from being petted too long. It's just the way they are. Most of us who know them can recognize when they're getting to that point. As for the bit about standing in the open door to make up their minds about coming in or going out, every cat I've had has learned to count to five - the count I give them when the door is open - though they usually wait til "five" to make up their minds. Some of the kitties have learned the count in three languages, even.
My father was a vet too, and he would have never declawed a cat. Cats cannot defend themselves against other cats without their claws, because they use the front ones to hold on to their opponent while kicking & clawing with the back feet. They can still climb trees with back claws only, but they're defenseless against other cats (which can, and will, chase the defenseless kitty right up that tree and continue attacking.) Dad fussed at me about allowing Roscoe to go outside, what with him being declawed prior to coming to live with me, but that cat loved to be out (almost all of them do) and it's not something I'm going to deny any of them. As a result, Roscoe went to the vet (Dad) once or twice a year to have abcesses seen to - the result of getting his ass kicked by other cats. (He survived a Rottweiler as well, but that's another story).
Re: cat behavior: I've never met one that wouldn't bite (playfully, sometimes insanely) once it got over-stimulated from being petted too long. It's just the way they are. Most of us who know them can recognize when they're getting to that point. As for the bit about standing in the open door to make up their minds about coming in or going out, every cat I've had has learned to count to five - the count I give them when the door is open - though they usually wait til "five" to make up their minds. Some of the kitties have learned the count in three languages, even.
Jennie - Roscoe was a fetcher - he loved chasing & carrying wadded-up balls of the yellow tracing paper I used for working out designs in architecture school. He wouldn't bring it back to me of course - his favorite thing to do was to drop it in a shoe or boot, then jam it down into the toe with his "arm", then frantically try to dig it back out again.
Jennie - Roscoe was a fetcher - he loved chasing & carrying wadded-up balls of the yellow tracing paper I used for working out designs in architecture school. He wouldn't bring it back to me of course - his favorite thing to do was to drop it in a shoe or boot, then jam it down into the toe with his "arm", then frantically try to dig it back out again.
Jennifer -
That's hysterical. They do love paper...
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Jennifer -
That's hysterical. They do love paper...
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his favorite thing to do was to drop it in a shoe or boot, then jam it down into the toe with his "arm", then frantically try to dig it back out again.
I have seen this behavior and it is funny as hell. Just the fact that its in there, must retrieve, in a damn the torpedoes kind of way.
his favorite thing to do was to drop it in a shoe or boot, then jam it down into the toe with his "arm", then frantically try to dig it back out again.
I have seen this behavior and it is funny as hell. Just the fact that its in there, must retrieve, in a damn the torpedoes kind of way.
I have to say that watching a cat take apart a roll of toilet paper is also one of the funnier things to watch, until you realize it is the last roll.
I have to say that watching a cat take apart a roll of toilet paper is also one of the funnier things to watch, until you realize it is the last roll.
Kent -
You're a hoot. BTW, I really like your blog.
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Kent -
You're a hoot. BTW, I really like your blog.
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"Hey, how about those cats that fetch!"
Nice distraction attempt.
Learn anything? Good.
"Hey, how about those cats that fetch!"
Nice distraction attempt.
Learn anything? Good.
Cat TV videos are also a hoot. I mean
the ones you can get at pets stores
with lots of fast motion shots of
birds and squirrels and stuff.
If you can get your cat's attention
onto the TV screen, they go mental.
Better than catnip.....
Cat TV videos are also a hoot. I mean
the ones you can get at pets stores
with lots of fast motion shots of
birds and squirrels and stuff.
If you can get your cat's attention
onto the TV screen, they go mental.
Better than catnip.....
But really, the funniest thing of all...
...have you ever watched a cat climb a ladder? Hysterical, though I can't really explain why.
But really, the funniest thing of all...
...have you ever watched a cat climb a ladder? Hysterical, though I can't really explain why.
BTW, isn't it interesting that catnip
is catnip to cats?
BTW, isn't it interesting that catnip
is catnip to cats?
steve -
did you get tired of the sex thread and come back to us mundane cat people?
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steve -
did you get tired of the sex thread and come back to us mundane cat people?
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JTFB:
I've been unfaithful.
I feel so dirty.
But enough badinage -- going out
for a while (no celebrities this
time) to hoist a few with friends.
Catch y'all later!
JTFB:
I've been unfaithful.
I feel so dirty.
But enough badinage -- going out
for a while (no celebrities this
time) to hoist a few with friends.
Catch y'all later!
Thanks Jenny [blush]
BTW, isn't it interesting that catnip
is catnip to cats?
Aint that right. I gotta tell you it is the peacemaker around these parts sometimes. Faces buried in little piles followed by the eyes rolled back into their little heads, the rolling in it and getting it all overthemselves, something else really.
Thanks Jenny [blush]
BTW, isn't it interesting that catnip
is catnip to cats?
Aint that right. I gotta tell you it is the peacemaker around these parts sometimes. Faces buried in little piles followed by the eyes rolled back into their little heads, the rolling in it and getting it all overthemselves, something else really.
Be careful out there steve. And enjoy.
Be careful out there steve. And enjoy.
And I thought I power lounged.
[bows to the master]
And I thought I power lounged.
[bows to the master]
Ahh...cat blogging. Makes Friday's worth living (or, rather, Friday afternoons at the office more bearable).
Sadly, I am allergic to kitties, despite the love for them. I get horrible puffy, itchy eyes and have sneezing fits when I'm in a cat's house to long.
Interestingly enough, however, I spent a week in Los Angeles a couple years ago with a close friend. His roommate had two cats, one very afraid of his shadow and the other just as friendly as could be - up to and including climbing on my lap and licking my hand (!).
And I never had an allergic reaction. Not once. Don't know if it was the LA weather (it was rather hot and dry that year) that had something to do with it, or not.
Oh well, I live vicariously through Atrios.
*achoo*
'scuse me. Damn it all.
Ahh...cat blogging. Makes Friday's worth living (or, rather, Friday afternoons at the office more bearable).
Sadly, I am allergic to kitties, despite the love for them. I get horrible puffy, itchy eyes and have sneezing fits when I'm in a cat's house to long.
Interestingly enough, however, I spent a week in Los Angeles a couple years ago with a close friend. His roommate had two cats, one very afraid of his shadow and the other just as friendly as could be - up to and including climbing on my lap and licking my hand (!).
And I never had an allergic reaction. Not once. Don't know if it was the LA weather (it was rather hot and dry that year) that had something to do with it, or not.
Oh well, I live vicariously through Atrios.
*achoo*
'scuse me. Damn it all.
Confession time for me, too. Went to the thread above and got really bored. Cat blogging is so much more fun.
And no, that's not why I'm "Nevermore."
Confession time for me, too. Went to the thread above and got really bored. Cat blogging is so much more fun.
And no, that's not why I'm "Nevermore."
"Faces buried in little piles followed by the eyes rolled back into their little heads, the rolling in it and getting it all overthemselves, something else really."
Arthur achieves this degree of intoxication with dirt. Just burrowing down about a nose-length, the scent of freshly-turned earth is beyond measure. When he's done, he wanders back into the house, thinking he's concealed his secret vice - but no! His face is covered with dirt! When he's at it, his little thuggy self shakes, two, three times, he's plainly taking a hit - then, it's worn out, he move to another location. Good thing where I live has really, really good dirt to it.... And he never pushes it past the point of reason.
"Faces buried in little piles followed by the eyes rolled back into their little heads, the rolling in it and getting it all overthemselves, something else really."
Arthur achieves this degree of intoxication with dirt. Just burrowing down about a nose-length, the scent of freshly-turned earth is beyond measure. When he's done, he wanders back into the house, thinking he's concealed his secret vice - but no! His face is covered with dirt! When he's at it, his little thuggy self shakes, two, three times, he's plainly taking a hit - then, it's worn out, he move to another location. Good thing where I live has really, really good dirt to it.... And he never pushes it past the point of reason.
You really should get that on tape GWPDA, LOL.
I love it when dogs hang their heads out the windows of cars, I always think of what an old buddy mentioned once as we abserved the phenominon.
"that dog is enjoying a symphony of smells"
You really should get that on tape GWPDA, LOL.
I love it when dogs hang their heads out the windows of cars, I always think of what an old buddy mentioned once as we abserved the phenominon.
"that dog is enjoying a symphony of smells"
Be funny to substitute "abortion" for "declawing" in this thread.
Be funny to substitute "abortion" for "declawing" in this thread.
kent -
Ah, that's a different form of conduct. Sometimes, Arthur likes to pretend he's a bloodhound. Now, shar-pei have pretty good noses, but they're not really bloodhound eligible, so whenever they go outside and take the air, it's pretty plain that they're pretending rather than experiencing. But when Arthur pretends (the other day at the park for example), you can see all his nasal passages sort of flexing - he's running every possible smell he can catch, he has every part of himself open to catch the excitement of all who have visited before. He becomes a giant whoof, in effect. We never get very far actually, because there are so many wonderful scents to sample. Walk two steps, absorb for ten minutes. Walk two steps, absorb.... Not even the real presence of ducks can intervene. Whoof.
kent -
Ah, that's a different form of conduct. Sometimes, Arthur likes to pretend he's a bloodhound. Now, shar-pei have pretty good noses, but they're not really bloodhound eligible, so whenever they go outside and take the air, it's pretty plain that they're pretending rather than experiencing. But when Arthur pretends (the other day at the park for example), you can see all his nasal passages sort of flexing - he's running every possible smell he can catch, he has every part of himself open to catch the excitement of all who have visited before. He becomes a giant whoof, in effect. We never get very far actually, because there are so many wonderful scents to sample. Walk two steps, absorb for ten minutes. Walk two steps, absorb.... Not even the real presence of ducks can intervene. Whoof.
Everything that declawing can accomplish is better accomplished in other ways. Just as with dogs, you can blame bad behavior more on the owners than the animal. I managed to have two cats for years in a house with thousands of LPs, and they never used the spines for a scratching post, 'cause they knew better.
You know, I just don't think that kind of comment is helpful. Especially if you're trying to convince someone not to declaw a cat. "It's your fault if your cat claws the furniture - MINE know better."
Cats claw stuff. A cat I had in grad school completely RUINED a few pieces of furniture (cheap stuff, thank goodness). I really don't think it was my fault. I tried the usual crap - putting scratching posts in front of the couch, gently stopping him when he started scratching and moving him to the post, squirting him with a water bottle - none of that stuff worked.
My current older cat scratched the bejesus out of the grasscloth on my living room wall - when I figured out what was going on, I rearranged all the furniture so he couldn't get at it, but it was too late. I can't match the sections he clawed up, and I'm gonna have to take it ALL down and get new wall covering, at no small expense.
Before anyone jumps all over me, *I* have never had a cat declawed and I wouldn't do it, but I really can't blame someone who does it as a last resort.
It just seems to me that if anyone feels real strongly about it and wants to talk other cat owners out of having their cats declawed, insulting them is probably not the best way to do it. That's all I'm sayin' . . .
Everything that declawing can accomplish is better accomplished in other ways. Just as with dogs, you can blame bad behavior more on the owners than the animal. I managed to have two cats for years in a house with thousands of LPs, and they never used the spines for a scratching post, 'cause they knew better.
You know, I just don't think that kind of comment is helpful. Especially if you're trying to convince someone not to declaw a cat. "It's your fault if your cat claws the furniture - MINE know better."
Cats claw stuff. A cat I had in grad school completely RUINED a few pieces of furniture (cheap stuff, thank goodness). I really don't think it was my fault. I tried the usual crap - putting scratching posts in front of the couch, gently stopping him when he started scratching and moving him to the post, squirting him with a water bottle - none of that stuff worked.
My current older cat scratched the bejesus out of the grasscloth on my living room wall - when I figured out what was going on, I rearranged all the furniture so he couldn't get at it, but it was too late. I can't match the sections he clawed up, and I'm gonna have to take it ALL down and get new wall covering, at no small expense.
Before anyone jumps all over me, *I* have never had a cat declawed and I wouldn't do it, but I really can't blame someone who does it as a last resort.
It just seems to me that if anyone feels real strongly about it and wants to talk other cat owners out of having their cats declawed, insulting them is probably not the best way to do it. That's all I'm sayin' . . .
It took a lot to convince me, but I'll never declaw another cat, I feel terrible every time I look at my little girl kitty's stumpy toes. The double-sided sticky tape works as advertised, mister got-claws HATES the stuff!!!
It took a lot to convince me, but I'll never declaw another cat, I feel terrible every time I look at my little girl kitty's stumpy toes. The double-sided sticky tape works as advertised, mister got-claws HATES the stuff!!!
jeezum crow, anybody here live with a dog?
jeezum crow, anybody here live with a dog?
You know - I like cats pretty much, but Arthur wants to eat them, so I don't have much contact. In fact, Arthur does his civic duty by, um, marking our neighbourhood so as to indicate that there is a big dog around and kitties shouldn't hang out here. Still, I've heard about this stuff from a variety of cat people and it does seem to answer the issue. Tech rules!
You know - I like cats pretty much, but Arthur wants to eat them, so I don't have much contact. In fact, Arthur does his civic duty by, um, marking our neighbourhood so as to indicate that there is a big dog around and kitties shouldn't hang out here. Still, I've heard about this stuff from a variety of cat people and it does seem to answer the issue. Tech rules!
GWPDA,
I'll just say it. Arthur is my favorite dog that I have not met and you do such a wonderful job of describing the ways that make him special.
GWPDA,
I'll just say it. Arthur is my favorite dog that I have not met and you do such a wonderful job of describing the ways that make him special.
kent - He's a GOOD DOG and there's naught much better than that.
What I find amazing, every single day, is that some unspeakable bastard hurt him, broke his eye, beat him and then threw him away. And every single day I thank God that I was allowed to find him. Someday, perhaps, together, we'll meet the old boss....
kent - He's a GOOD DOG and there's naught much better than that.
What I find amazing, every single day, is that some unspeakable bastard hurt him, broke his eye, beat him and then threw him away. And every single day I thank God that I was allowed to find him. Someday, perhaps, together, we'll meet the old boss....
GWPDA -
GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL DOG TOO!
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GWPDA -
GOD BLESS YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL DOG TOO!
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grrrrrrrrrrr.....
whooof?
grrrrrrrrrrr.....
whooof?
It just seems to me that if anyone feels real strongly about it and wants to talk other cat owners out of having their cats declawed, insulting them is probably not the best way to do it. That's all I'm sayin' . . .
Boy, I'm stepping on everyone's toes today!
(Sigh.)
All I know is, I had cats in my house for probably 22 years total, and none of 'em ever scratched things up. To be fair, most of them were raised from kittens, but a few weren't. They did a number of unpleasant things, mind you, but they didn't ruin furniture with their claws. So I'm a pretty big believer in training...the problem tends to be that people don't know how to do it.
But basically, it all comes down to a matter of conviction. In my world, the options are that you train the cat, or you learn to live with the property damage, or you get a pet you can accept as-is, like a hamster. You do not physically mutilate cats to make them easier to live with, nor do you "de-bark" dogs by cutting their vocal cords. The temptation to do such things, IMO, is nature's way of telling you to settle for a goldfish.
That's my personal opinion. Yours may vary! I don't mean any disrespect to anyone, but as I said upthread, I've dealt with declawed cats firsthand at shelters, and I feel that it's a very bad idea, and should not be a "last resort."
It just seems to me that if anyone feels real strongly about it and wants to talk other cat owners out of having their cats declawed, insulting them is probably not the best way to do it. That's all I'm sayin' . . .
Boy, I'm stepping on everyone's toes today!
(Sigh.)
All I know is, I had cats in my house for probably 22 years total, and none of 'em ever scratched things up. To be fair, most of them were raised from kittens, but a few weren't. They did a number of unpleasant things, mind you, but they didn't ruin furniture with their claws. So I'm a pretty big believer in training...the problem tends to be that people don't know how to do it.
But basically, it all comes down to a matter of conviction. In my world, the options are that you train the cat, or you learn to live with the property damage, or you get a pet you can accept as-is, like a hamster. You do not physically mutilate cats to make them easier to live with, nor do you "de-bark" dogs by cutting their vocal cords. The temptation to do such things, IMO, is nature's way of telling you to settle for a goldfish.
That's my personal opinion. Yours may vary! I don't mean any disrespect to anyone, but as I said upthread, I've dealt with declawed cats firsthand at shelters, and I feel that it's a very bad idea, and should not be a "last resort."
Jenny:...all our cats and dogs (hi Arthur!) are the most beloved creatures on the planet!
And rabbits, too! (Hi, Rex.)
I always wanted a cat when I was growing up, but my mother hated them and wouldn't let me have one. The only cat she didn't hate belonged to her friend Margaret. His name was Neko, and he lived to age 21-1/2 and died in his sleep, his head on his catnip pillow.
Three days after my mother died, a subversive cousin-by-marriage called to say she had a cat for me. He was half Siamese and all black (except for bright green eyes), including his gums, his toenails, and his little butt hole. The vet said he was the blackest cat he had ever seen. The c-b-m was owned by Morning Wild, a pure seal-point Siamese who got out when she was in heat and had a split litter. (She lived to 21-plus.) They surmised that my kitty's father could have been the Burmese down the block, because his fur was so thick and lush. They named him Jude, after the Beatles song--and sing he did. Jude had a huuuge vocabulary and loved to talk, snuggle, and purr. He was lithe and a great jumper who could catch a fly on the wing. He was born 21 December 1969. He came to me on April 23, 1970. He died on 22 July 1989. Nineteen years, eight months, and one day. He had a good run. Perhaps, someday, I'll post a photo or two. His playmate, Minx, lived to 19 years, two months, and one day. (She would have gone much longer--the vet said she had "numbers" like a five-year-old--but she had an accident that cracked a vertebra, and we had to put her down when the bone shifted and pressed on her spinal cord.)
A few years ago, our older daughter was adopted by a (stray) polydactyl kitten in a campground in North Carolina. His name is Tom Thumb. He has seven toes on his left front paw, six on the right, and five on each back foot. A fully equipped kitty. His back feet really look as if he borrowed them from a rabbit. His pal is Nomad of the round belly and teeny paws, adopted from the Giles County Animal Hospital at seven weeks.
Photos someday.
Wiley is looking good, A.
Thanks to everybody for sharing their kitties and assorted other fauna.
Remember--dogs have owners, cats have staff.
Jenny:...all our cats and dogs (hi Arthur!) are the most beloved creatures on the planet!
And rabbits, too! (Hi, Rex.)
I always wanted a cat when I was growing up, but my mother hated them and wouldn't let me have one. The only cat she didn't hate belonged to her friend Margaret. His name was Neko, and he lived to age 21-1/2 and died in his sleep, his head on his catnip pillow.
Three days after my mother died, a subversive cousin-by-marriage called to say she had a cat for me. He was half Siamese and all black (except for bright green eyes), including his gums, his toenails, and his little butt hole. The vet said he was the blackest cat he had ever seen. The c-b-m was owned by Morning Wild, a pure seal-point Siamese who got out when she was in heat and had a split litter. (She lived to 21-plus.) They surmised that my kitty's father could have been the Burmese down the block, because his fur was so thick and lush. They named him Jude, after the Beatles song--and sing he did. Jude had a huuuge vocabulary and loved to talk, snuggle, and purr. He was lithe and a great jumper who could catch a fly on the wing. He was born 21 December 1969. He came to me on April 23, 1970. He died on 22 July 1989. Nineteen years, eight months, and one day. He had a good run. Perhaps, someday, I'll post a photo or two. His playmate, Minx, lived to 19 years, two months, and one day. (She would have gone much longer--the vet said she had "numbers" like a five-year-old--but she had an accident that cracked a vertebra, and we had to put her down when the bone shifted and pressed on her spinal cord.)
A few years ago, our older daughter was adopted by a (stray) polydactyl kitten in a campground in North Carolina. His name is Tom Thumb. He has seven toes on his left front paw, six on the right, and five on each back foot. A fully equipped kitty. His back feet really look as if he borrowed them from a rabbit. His pal is Nomad of the round belly and teeny paws, adopted from the Giles County Animal Hospital at seven weeks.
Photos someday.
Wiley is looking good, A.
Thanks to everybody for sharing their kitties and assorted other fauna.
Remember--dogs have owners, cats have staff.
GWPDA,
Well I wouldn't wish that reuniun on the old guy, but I am pleased as punch that the two of you found each other.
In most cases that I have had the chance to meet formerly abused dogs, with caring owners, is that while they may retain some behaviors you need to be aware of, they almost always are loyal loving beasts.
The last one I knew was Baxter an akita mix. He was a scary guy until you got to know him (he would sometimes growl to express pleasure, definitely a dog that you needed to read properly) unfortunately, baxter bit his owner on the neck, just freaked out for a second, and as this was not the first time, the decision was made to put him to sleep. In reality we all knew that it was going to happen at some point, just too many crossed wires, but he was a sweet sweet boy. And I had the cherished pleasure of running with him through a park on his last day.
Actually baxter had been rescued from death which along with the abuse was probably responsible for the crossed wires. Justin had returned to the shelter to pick him up and found out that he had already been given the kill shot, but he was big enough that it did not take.
Sorry for the length, I jsut haven't had the chance to think about that old freind of mine for a while.
GWPDA,
Well I wouldn't wish that reuniun on the old guy, but I am pleased as punch that the two of you found each other.
In most cases that I have had the chance to meet formerly abused dogs, with caring owners, is that while they may retain some behaviors you need to be aware of, they almost always are loyal loving beasts.
The last one I knew was Baxter an akita mix. He was a scary guy until you got to know him (he would sometimes growl to express pleasure, definitely a dog that you needed to read properly) unfortunately, baxter bit his owner on the neck, just freaked out for a second, and as this was not the first time, the decision was made to put him to sleep. In reality we all knew that it was going to happen at some point, just too many crossed wires, but he was a sweet sweet boy. And I had the cherished pleasure of running with him through a park on his last day.
Actually baxter had been rescued from death which along with the abuse was probably responsible for the crossed wires. Justin had returned to the shelter to pick him up and found out that he had already been given the kill shot, but he was big enough that it did not take.
Sorry for the length, I jsut haven't had the chance to think about that old freind of mine for a while.
Soprano, beautiful. Thank you too, for sharing. Your subversive cousin by marriage sure had a great, fine heart. She knew what you needed. Wonderful story!
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Soprano, beautiful. Thank you too, for sharing. Your subversive cousin by marriage sure had a great, fine heart. She knew what you needed. Wonderful story!
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About 2 months ago my daughter and her room-mate came home to find that their upstairs flat had been destroyed by fire, caused by the downstairs tenant. After the initial horror, their 2nd thoughts were the animals - 3 birds and the two cats. The girls were beyond grief. My daughter went back later that afternoon and a neighbor told her that when the firemen left, he had seen them pull an orange cat from under a parked car and took it with them. She called the fire dept and was told that they took the cat to the local shelter. The next morning when the doors opened they were there to get the cat. It turned out though that it was not their orange cat, but their mostly white (and a bit of gray) one. She had long fur, most of it singed off so that it was tan colored. They immediately took her to the vet and mother of all miracles, the vet said she would be fine, only the pads on her paws were burned. Sophia spent the next month recuperating at our house and our 2 cats were very respectful of her. They understood she was injured and never hissed at her. And as she recovered, they even began to play a little. My daughter found a new place to live and I went visit yesterday and Sophia is just as sweet,gentle, and playful as she ever was. Tears streamed down my face just thinking about what that poor cat had been thru.
About 2 months ago my daughter and her room-mate came home to find that their upstairs flat had been destroyed by fire, caused by the downstairs tenant. After the initial horror, their 2nd thoughts were the animals - 3 birds and the two cats. The girls were beyond grief. My daughter went back later that afternoon and a neighbor told her that when the firemen left, he had seen them pull an orange cat from under a parked car and took it with them. She called the fire dept and was told that they took the cat to the local shelter. The next morning when the doors opened they were there to get the cat. It turned out though that it was not their orange cat, but their mostly white (and a bit of gray) one. She had long fur, most of it singed off so that it was tan colored. They immediately took her to the vet and mother of all miracles, the vet said she would be fine, only the pads on her paws were burned. Sophia spent the next month recuperating at our house and our 2 cats were very respectful of her. They understood she was injured and never hissed at her. And as she recovered, they even began to play a little. My daughter found a new place to live and I went visit yesterday and Sophia is just as sweet,gentle, and playful as she ever was. Tears streamed down my face just thinking about what that poor cat had been thru.
Sophia's story cont. Now this is the most amazing part of the story. My daughter was told by the fireman that when he went up the backstairs with the hose and broke down the door, the backdraft blew a ball of fire past him, over the porch down to the ground two stories below. He looked to see what it was and saw as soon as it hit the ground that it was a cat that took off running. We will never know if that was Sophia or their other cat Vito, who sadly was never found. I know this has been long but it is Friday night and who else but cat-bloggers could understand this story.
Sophia's story cont. Now this is the most amazing part of the story. My daughter was told by the fireman that when he went up the backstairs with the hose and broke down the door, the backdraft blew a ball of fire past him, over the porch down to the ground two stories below. He looked to see what it was and saw as soon as it hit the ground that it was a cat that took off running. We will never know if that was Sophia or their other cat Vito, who sadly was never found. I know this has been long but it is Friday night and who else but cat-bloggers could understand this story.
I have two cats. Tye, the older one, was already declawed when I got him. Mac, whom I've raised since he was a kitten, still has his claws. In addition to being declawed, Tye's first two years were spent around dogs. Tye is much more aggressive than Mac. I've never been bitten by Mac, but Tye has bitten me (hard) several times. So for myself, I would never declaw a cat. OTOH, a friend of mine rescues feral cats and socializes them, then tries to find homes for them. She found a nice woman who wanted two of the kittens, but insisted on having them declawed. My friend decided that being declawed was better than being homeless (or adding to the 30 plus cats in her own household!), and I would have to agree.
I have two cats. Tye, the older one, was already declawed when I got him. Mac, whom I've raised since he was a kitten, still has his claws. In addition to being declawed, Tye's first two years were spent around dogs. Tye is much more aggressive than Mac. I've never been bitten by Mac, but Tye has bitten me (hard) several times. So for myself, I would never declaw a cat. OTOH, a friend of mine rescues feral cats and socializes them, then tries to find homes for them. She found a nice woman who wanted two of the kittens, but insisted on having them declawed. My friend decided that being declawed was better than being homeless (or adding to the 30 plus cats in her own household!), and I would have to agree.
Oh, cats and doors, cats and doors. They're never on the right side, are they?
During my teens, we lived for a while in a house that had, besides the usual front and rear doors, a side door off the pantry. When it rained (which was frequently in S. Florida) my beloved Shana (Siamese; lived to 19+) would run from one door to the other - and then the other.
At each one, she'd make me open it to let her out; she'd stare out at the wet with that affronted look they get, and then go try another door yet again. She was utterly convinced that one of those doors, dammit, had to open on an outside that wasn't raining.
And, yes, she made it clear it was my fault that trick didn't work.
Oh, cats and doors, cats and doors. They're never on the right side, are they?
During my teens, we lived for a while in a house that had, besides the usual front and rear doors, a side door off the pantry. When it rained (which was frequently in S. Florida) my beloved Shana (Siamese; lived to 19+) would run from one door to the other - and then the other.
At each one, she'd make me open it to let her out; she'd stare out at the wet with that affronted look they get, and then go try another door yet again. She was utterly convinced that one of those doors, dammit, had to open on an outside that wasn't raining.
And, yes, she made it clear it was my fault that trick didn't work.
My three in-house cats have been declawed for years, the two older ones are about 10 years old. They aren't psycho, they can and do fight each other with their back claws. They act out their scratching needs on all the surfaces, they just don't do damage to them. They aren't any crazier than other cats, or for that matter, other people are. My vet won't declaw a cat older than 3 though, and I can respect that. I used to have non-declawed cats that stripped the wallpaper off the wall. I want to love 'em and have them indoors always, and this is the best compromise. Cats are as idiosyncratic as people, so I think an absolute rule one way or the other is probably too simplistic.
My three in-house cats have been declawed for years, the two older ones are about 10 years old. They aren't psycho, they can and do fight each other with their back claws. They act out their scratching needs on all the surfaces, they just don't do damage to them. They aren't any crazier than other cats, or for that matter, other people are. My vet won't declaw a cat older than 3 though, and I can respect that. I used to have non-declawed cats that stripped the wallpaper off the wall. I want to love 'em and have them indoors always, and this is the best compromise. Cats are as idiosyncratic as people, so I think an absolute rule one way or the other is probably too simplistic.
My cat, Lulu, is sixteen, very affectionate and not at all neurotic.
We had her front claws off when she was six months old; I am too farsighted to cut a cat's nails and couldn't afford to take her to the vet once a month.
Needless to say, she is strictly an indoor cat who is showered with affection and attention.
Maybe, Philalethes, the cats you worked with were messed up because they were too old when they were declawed.
My sister and her husband have three au natural cats and their upholestery and curtains are in tatters. I can't live like that.
There are subjects where people of integrity have to draw the line, but I'm not sure cat declawing is one of them.
Anyway there's so much "my way or the highway" going on right now; let's agree to disagree.
Peace All.
My cat, Lulu, is sixteen, very affectionate and not at all neurotic.
We had her front claws off when she was six months old; I am too farsighted to cut a cat's nails and couldn't afford to take her to the vet once a month.
Needless to say, she is strictly an indoor cat who is showered with affection and attention.
Maybe, Philalethes, the cats you worked with were messed up because they were too old when they were declawed.
My sister and her husband have three au natural cats and their upholestery and curtains are in tatters. I can't live like that.
There are subjects where people of integrity have to draw the line, but I'm not sure cat declawing is one of them.
Anyway there's so much "my way or the highway" going on right now; let's agree to disagree.
Peace All.
Catnip story:
I used to have a little Manx cat, Otis, who was a stray and adopted us. Once we were getting ready for a holiday brunch we were hosting (about 20 people) I'd done the shopping, had a flat of 36 eggs out on the counter, and had bought some catnip for the furry kids (it being The Holidays and all) and stowed it securely, or so I thought, on the very top shelf of the uppermost kitchen cabinet. Realized I'd forgotten something, ran back to the market, returned 20 minutes later to find the flat of eggs overturned on the floor and the entire kitchen covered in catnip, with a stoned Otis laying on his back in the corner, with a look on his face that said "yow, that was some partay!"
Catnip story:
I used to have a little Manx cat, Otis, who was a stray and adopted us. Once we were getting ready for a holiday brunch we were hosting (about 20 people) I'd done the shopping, had a flat of 36 eggs out on the counter, and had bought some catnip for the furry kids (it being The Holidays and all) and stowed it securely, or so I thought, on the very top shelf of the uppermost kitchen cabinet. Realized I'd forgotten something, ran back to the market, returned 20 minutes later to find the flat of eggs overturned on the floor and the entire kitchen covered in catnip, with a stoned Otis laying on his back in the corner, with a look on his face that said "yow, that was some partay!"
as i am a luddite, i am forced to do friday recipe blogging. this week? caramel for apple dipping AWSOME! from my great aunt.
oldest cat? my boy whiskers made it to 21. my cousin's cat made it past that a bit(and she was an outside cat). but saw a photo of a 25 yr old siamese.
OK. all of my cats have been declawed. 1st 2 still di damage to couches. while damage to furniture MAY be an issue, the big issue is-they are completely indoor cats, and too fuckin scared to go out.
i have had my cousin's undeclawed cat on my lap. i pefer declawed. it makes for a better lap cat, which all of m cats are. sure their aws hurt a few days, but they do not miss them. and it saves them the torture of having them clipped.
and i must disagree, if cats have carpets, they stretch fine. heck, sybil stretches on the puter. I-macs are not cat friedly either.
i think it is up to the cat parents. like circumcision.
as i am a luddite, i am forced to do friday recipe blogging. this week? caramel for apple dipping AWSOME! from my great aunt.
oldest cat? my boy whiskers made it to 21. my cousin's cat made it past that a bit(and she was an outside cat). but saw a photo of a 25 yr old siamese.
OK. all of my cats have been declawed. 1st 2 still di damage to couches. while damage to furniture MAY be an issue, the big issue is-they are completely indoor cats, and too fuckin scared to go out.
i have had my cousin's undeclawed cat on my lap. i pefer declawed. it makes for a better lap cat, which all of m cats are. sure their aws hurt a few days, but they do not miss them. and it saves them the torture of having them clipped.
and i must disagree, if cats have carpets, they stretch fine. heck, sybil stretches on the puter. I-macs are not cat friedly either.
i think it is up to the cat parents. like circumcision.
deja pseu
Outrageous...
That sounds like one of mine, Phaust, years back. 18lb swam dive from the top of the kitchen cabinet, landing on a bag of pasta shells on the counter. Lost two years off my life and the evening cleaning up the bits. Sounded like a bomb went off. He was not in much better shape by the way. The tail hit record diameters in the bottle brush effect.
deja pseu
Outrageous...
That sounds like one of mine, Phaust, years back. 18lb swam dive from the top of the kitchen cabinet, landing on a bag of pasta shells on the counter. Lost two years off my life and the evening cleaning up the bits. Sounded like a bomb went off. He was not in much better shape by the way. The tail hit record diameters in the bottle brush effect.
er swan dive...
er swan dive...
Maybe, Philalethes, the cats you worked with were messed up because they were too old when they were declawed.
Maybe so...couldn't tell ya!
There are subjects where people of integrity have to draw the line, but I'm not sure cat declawing is one of them.
It is for me, as I've probably made all too clear.
Anyway there's so much "my way or the highway" going on right now; let's agree to disagree.
I'm more than happy to! That's why I said "This is just my opinion..." and so forth. I don't flatter myself that I have the ability to change people's way of relating to their pets, let alone the right. But from my perspective: if torn-up furniture doesn't match one's lifestyle, maybe a cat doesn't either; and if a barking dog will cause you problems, maybe you shouldn't get a dog. I don't expect anyone to agree with me about that. Hell, I'd be crazy if I did (or more crazy)! But still, I'd like it if people at least understood why I feel that way. Besides, as I hinted above, I'm really not into it whether cats are "fine" with it or not...same deal with de-barked dogs. The whole concept of "convenient modifications" to pets rubs me the wrong way.
But I'll tell ya...compared to my visceral disgust with a guy I know who had his cats and dog put to sleep 'cause his new apartment wouldn't allow pets, this issue is barely worth mentioning. And compared to the other things going on in the world, it's all utterly trivial. And yet...
Maybe, Philalethes, the cats you worked with were messed up because they were too old when they were declawed.
Maybe so...couldn't tell ya!
There are subjects where people of integrity have to draw the line, but I'm not sure cat declawing is one of them.
It is for me, as I've probably made all too clear.
Anyway there's so much "my way or the highway" going on right now; let's agree to disagree.
I'm more than happy to! That's why I said "This is just my opinion..." and so forth. I don't flatter myself that I have the ability to change people's way of relating to their pets, let alone the right. But from my perspective: if torn-up furniture doesn't match one's lifestyle, maybe a cat doesn't either; and if a barking dog will cause you problems, maybe you shouldn't get a dog. I don't expect anyone to agree with me about that. Hell, I'd be crazy if I did (or more crazy)! But still, I'd like it if people at least understood why I feel that way. Besides, as I hinted above, I'm really not into it whether cats are "fine" with it or not...same deal with de-barked dogs. The whole concept of "convenient modifications" to pets rubs me the wrong way.
But I'll tell ya...compared to my visceral disgust with a guy I know who had his cats and dog put to sleep 'cause his new apartment wouldn't allow pets, this issue is barely worth mentioning. And compared to the other things going on in the world, it's all utterly trivial. And yet...
I'm late to the Kitty Ball, but I must say... such a pretty Blue. Lookit those eyes.
I'm late to the Kitty Ball, but I must say... such a pretty Blue. Lookit those eyes.
I *HEART* cats.
I *HEART* cats.
Tim-in-Houston,
You can de-allergize cats, but it requires bathing them. I am what's called in the medical books, a completely "atopic" person... I'm allergic to most airborn allergens, and also to contact allergens. The allergic reaction substance in cats comes from the chemical reaction of them cleaning themselves... the chemical compound is called "Fel-D". Washing them at regular intervals (or having them bathed at the vet) takes care of 90% of the problem. Otherwise, my immune system, the critter responsible for our allergies, has adapted. The only time I have a bad reaction with the swollen itchy eyes, and triggered asthma problems is when I'm in a house I don't go to often. In the past the moment I walked into a house with a cat I was reaching for the antihistamine. It's better now.
So, if you love them, find one you really love and bathe it or have it bathed ... from what I've read (considerable amount on the subject) three bathings in six months takes care of most of the problem...
For what it's worth...
Tim-in-Houston,
You can de-allergize cats, but it requires bathing them. I am what's called in the medical books, a completely "atopic" person... I'm allergic to most airborn allergens, and also to contact allergens. The allergic reaction substance in cats comes from the chemical reaction of them cleaning themselves... the chemical compound is called "Fel-D". Washing them at regular intervals (or having them bathed at the vet) takes care of 90% of the problem. Otherwise, my immune system, the critter responsible for our allergies, has adapted. The only time I have a bad reaction with the swollen itchy eyes, and triggered asthma problems is when I'm in a house I don't go to often. In the past the moment I walked into a house with a cat I was reaching for the antihistamine. It's better now.
So, if you love them, find one you really love and bathe it or have it bathed ... from what I've read (considerable amount on the subject) three bathings in six months takes care of most of the problem...
For what it's worth...
I've shared my house with a total of seven cats. They have all been indoor cats except for leashed excursions. I had one of them declawed in self-defense. Merlin had chronic eye problems that periodically flared up and required treatment. He was a big, strong cat and high-strung. When I had to give him eye drops Iwould pin him between my body, forearms, and the kitchen table. I needed one hand on the dropper and the other to open his eye.
If you visualize me wrestling with this cat, you will realize my face was by necessity close to his front paws. He would struggle vigorously during the process. After I got clawed in the face rather badly a couple of times, I decided that I was going to have to have him declawed.
His eye problem tended to flare up when he was under stress. When he was declawed he was about 2 years old. The major cause of stress at the time was that he was attempting to become the dominant cat in a 5 cat household. He was repeatedly picking fights with the older cats in the house to prove that he could now beat them whenever he chose.
So what happenned to his coup when he was declawed? It was postponed for a few weeks. When I saw him chase down the previously dominant cat, Vlad, grab him in a bear hug, body slam him, and then kick him into submission, I quit worrying about whether he could fend for himself without claws.
I still don't like declawing, and haven't had it done to any other cats. I haven't had any others as difficult as Merlin. When one of my sisters decided to have hers declawed, I just advised that she have it done while they were young.
She has healthy happy cats who are getting close to 10 years old now. I'm looking forward to seeing them and the new kitty at Thanksgiving.
I've shared my house with a total of seven cats. They have all been indoor cats except for leashed excursions. I had one of them declawed in self-defense. Merlin had chronic eye problems that periodically flared up and required treatment. He was a big, strong cat and high-strung. When I had to give him eye drops Iwould pin him between my body, forearms, and the kitchen table. I needed one hand on the dropper and the other to open his eye.
If you visualize me wrestling with this cat, you will realize my face was by necessity close to his front paws. He would struggle vigorously during the process. After I got clawed in the face rather badly a couple of times, I decided that I was going to have to have him declawed.
His eye problem tended to flare up when he was under stress. When he was declawed he was about 2 years old. The major cause of stress at the time was that he was attempting to become the dominant cat in a 5 cat household. He was repeatedly picking fights with the older cats in the house to prove that he could now beat them whenever he chose.
So what happenned to his coup when he was declawed? It was postponed for a few weeks. When I saw him chase down the previously dominant cat, Vlad, grab him in a bear hug, body slam him, and then kick him into submission, I quit worrying about whether he could fend for himself without claws.
I still don't like declawing, and haven't had it done to any other cats. I haven't had any others as difficult as Merlin. When one of my sisters decided to have hers declawed, I just advised that she have it done while they were young.
She has healthy happy cats who are getting close to 10 years old now. I'm looking forward to seeing them and the new kitty at Thanksgiving.
To stop a cat from scratching something, buy a cat repellent or make one yourself with stuff that smells like cayenne pepper, vicks vaporub, etc. they will just leave the stuff alone. they hate it.
To stop a cat from scratching something, buy a cat repellent or make one yourself with stuff that smells like cayenne pepper, vicks vaporub, etc. they will just leave the stuff alone. they hate it.
Aluminum foil works great too. Just pin it over areas of the furniture they're scratching, and make sure their scratching post is nearby. Once they get used to using the post, you can remove the tinfoil.
Aluminum foil works great too. Just pin it over areas of the furniture they're scratching, and make sure their scratching post is nearby. Once they get used to using the post, you can remove the tinfoil.
I love hearing about and seeing all the lovely animal friends. I'm snuggled up next to my 12-year old black cat-child. Somewhere in the house, the 11-year old talking cat is wandering around yakking his head off, while my lovely 10-year old tuxedo is waiting for me to sit in a chair and be cat furniture for him. Earlier today, he came up and had a talk with me. There were crumbs in his communal food bowl, and this was completely unacceptable. I'm guessing that crumbs are an insult to his dignity. I don't suppose it will do me any good to mention to him that the reason why there are so many crumbs in the bowl in the first place is because he like to drape his front paws over the edge and lay in the bowl to eat!
I love hearing about and seeing all the lovely animal friends. I'm snuggled up next to my 12-year old black cat-child. Somewhere in the house, the 11-year old talking cat is wandering around yakking his head off, while my lovely 10-year old tuxedo is waiting for me to sit in a chair and be cat furniture for him. Earlier today, he came up and had a talk with me. There were crumbs in his communal food bowl, and this was completely unacceptable. I'm guessing that crumbs are an insult to his dignity. I don't suppose it will do me any good to mention to him that the reason why there are so many crumbs in the bowl in the first place is because he like to drape his front paws over the edge and lay in the bowl to eat!
Philalethes is correct is commenting on the cruelty of declawing. And with me, it's a not a matter of opinion. It *is* cruel, and inhumane.
When I was going to college, I worked part time for a Vetinary Clinic.
There were six doctors there. And all of them were greedy SOB's. They pushed declawing on their clients, staying it was safe, the cats didn't mind, and everything would be just fine.
I worked it the surgical recovery room. I saw the pain, agony, and so so much blood that these cats suffered through. It was disgusting and horrified me. The cats were crying for hours on end. It wouldn't stop. They were howling. Why do you think they don't go home right away? The blood coming off of their paws was enought to fill bowls. I couldn't take it anymore and quit for that reason. They're not just removing claws. They're actually removing joints/bones. It's beyond the pale in its cruelty.
Sheeeesh. You can teach a cat not to ruin furniture. I've had cats all my life. I have three now (and bunnies too!). All three used to lay into my furntiture. None of them do now. It just takes patience and some hard work. If you can't invest the time and effort into an animal you say you love, then please, for the love of god, don't adopt them.
This is such a hot button for me because of what I saw.
Philalethes is correct is commenting on the cruelty of declawing. And with me, it's a not a matter of opinion. It *is* cruel, and inhumane.
When I was going to college, I worked part time for a Vetinary Clinic.
There were six doctors there. And all of them were greedy SOB's. They pushed declawing on their clients, staying it was safe, the cats didn't mind, and everything would be just fine.
I worked it the surgical recovery room. I saw the pain, agony, and so so much blood that these cats suffered through. It was disgusting and horrified me. The cats were crying for hours on end. It wouldn't stop. They were howling. Why do you think they don't go home right away? The blood coming off of their paws was enought to fill bowls. I couldn't take it anymore and quit for that reason. They're not just removing claws. They're actually removing joints/bones. It's beyond the pale in its cruelty.
Sheeeesh. You can teach a cat not to ruin furniture. I've had cats all my life. I have three now (and bunnies too!). All three used to lay into my furntiture. None of them do now. It just takes patience and some hard work. If you can't invest the time and effort into an animal you say you love, then please, for the love of god, don't adopt them.
This is such a hot button for me because of what I saw.
Kitties! Puppies! Bunnies! Hooray!
My Fridays are always enriched by these animal pictures and stories, esp. today (home sick in bed). Thanks all!
The two kitties that lived at the bookstore where I worked were real characters. Ice was the skinny white one... we never could put a collar on her without having her freak out. She loved fetching paper balls and climbing into open bags and purses. Her sister Spice was a big tabby, and none too bright. She did wear a collar with a bell, but had the terrible habit of slipping out the door when customers came and went. She never went far, but it scared the crap out of everyone when she ran off. I miss them so... one of the best parts of a great job. This is a great substitute, though!
Kitties! Puppies! Bunnies! Hooray!
My Fridays are always enriched by these animal pictures and stories, esp. today (home sick in bed). Thanks all!
The two kitties that lived at the bookstore where I worked were real characters. Ice was the skinny white one... we never could put a collar on her without having her freak out. She loved fetching paper balls and climbing into open bags and purses. Her sister Spice was a big tabby, and none too bright. She did wear a collar with a bell, but had the terrible habit of slipping out the door when customers came and went. She never went far, but it scared the crap out of everyone when she ran off. I miss them so... one of the best parts of a great job. This is a great substitute, though!
Thanks Christine...I was beginning to feel a little nutty. Which I am, certainly...but I guess I was feeling a bit nuttier than I'm used to.
What it really comes to, I suppose, is whether a pet is just your property or...something else, something more like a guest or a friend or a family member. If it's your property, like your car or your clothes or your furniture, then obviously, you can do whatever the hell you want to it.
But if not...I don't know...it's tough, and there are all sorts of gray areas, but I personally like to err on the side of caution in my dealings with animals. Because I'd really hate to assume something was fine, or harmless, when it wasn't. 'Cause at least if I'm wrong about this issue, no one suffers from it (except for you poor people who have to hear me yammering about it).
Anyway, thanks for the first-hand info.
Thanks Christine...I was beginning to feel a little nutty. Which I am, certainly...but I guess I was feeling a bit nuttier than I'm used to.
What it really comes to, I suppose, is whether a pet is just your property or...something else, something more like a guest or a friend or a family member. If it's your property, like your car or your clothes or your furniture, then obviously, you can do whatever the hell you want to it.
But if not...I don't know...it's tough, and there are all sorts of gray areas, but I personally like to err on the side of caution in my dealings with animals. Because I'd really hate to assume something was fine, or harmless, when it wasn't. 'Cause at least if I'm wrong about this issue, no one suffers from it (except for you poor people who have to hear me yammering about it).
Anyway, thanks for the first-hand info.
what the hell is wrong with that cat? why hasn't he ruined that couch? that's what cats do. atrios wouldn't have declawed the cat, would he?
Would he!!!???
what the hell is wrong with that cat? why hasn't he ruined that couch? that's what cats do. atrios wouldn't have declawed the cat, would he?
Would he!!!???
See, and the folks over at myDD were complaining about a guy who was calling people pussies. It offended some folks. I told them that if they wanted to talk about pussies, they needed to come over to Atrios on a Friday!
See, and the folks over at myDD were complaining about a guy who was calling people pussies. It offended some folks. I told them that if they wanted to talk about pussies, they needed to come over to Atrios on a Friday!
If you're concerned about furniture damage, either don't get a cat or protect the furniture another way. Cats don't deserve to be mutilated because of peoples vanity.
BlakNo1
My cats occasionally scratch our expensive rugs. I consider this an "occupational hazard" of being a pet owner. When people ask me, "Why don't you get rid of them?" I simply ask why don't they put their kids up for adoption when they break an expensive vase or barf up grape juice on a nice sofa?
Amazing how quickly the subject changes. Heh.
If you're concerned about furniture damage, either don't get a cat or protect the furniture another way. Cats don't deserve to be mutilated because of peoples vanity.
BlakNo1
My cats occasionally scratch our expensive rugs. I consider this an "occupational hazard" of being a pet owner. When people ask me, "Why don't you get rid of them?" I simply ask why don't they put their kids up for adoption when they break an expensive vase or barf up grape juice on a nice sofa?
Amazing how quickly the subject changes. Heh.
...the reason why there are so many crumbs in the bowl in the first place is because he like to drape his front paws over the edge and lay in the bowl to eat!
KidRanger
I got one that likes to dig the food out of the bowl onto the floor, then eat. No crumbs in his bowl, nosiree! They's all over my floor.
...the reason why there are so many crumbs in the bowl in the first place is because he like to drape his front paws over the edge and lay in the bowl to eat!
KidRanger
I got one that likes to dig the food out of the bowl onto the floor, then eat. No crumbs in his bowl, nosiree! They's all over my floor.
Guys, you can just clip their claws, you know. Every two weeks or so. My cats actually like it.
Guys, you can just clip their claws, you know. Every two weeks or so. My cats actually like it.
Our big fella Felix likes to keep me company in the bathroom, especially if I'm taking a shower. Weird, I know. Sometimes he'll be a perfectly good cat and not trash anything while I'm behind the curtain, and other times he'll pull a long streamer off the toilet paper roll. He thinks that is the funniest possible thing, the big ol' weirdo. In any case, when I step out of the shower, he likes to lick the droplets off my ankles.
A funny funny cat. I sure do love him.
Our big fella Felix likes to keep me company in the bathroom, especially if I'm taking a shower. Weird, I know. Sometimes he'll be a perfectly good cat and not trash anything while I'm behind the curtain, and other times he'll pull a long streamer off the toilet paper roll. He thinks that is the funniest possible thing, the big ol' weirdo. In any case, when I step out of the shower, he likes to lick the droplets off my ankles.
A funny funny cat. I sure do love him.
Nice Putty
Iranian Weapons of Mass Destruction .....
Smell the OIL !!
Nice Putty
Iranian Weapons of Mass Destruction .....
Smell the OIL !!
We have two Manx. Not de-clawed. As long as we clip their nails when we hear their nails clicking on floors, they are fine: no scratching furniture. One likes rope/hemp posts; the other prefers carpet/carpeted posts.
They both fetch, as did our other Manx who died unexpectedly at 15,\.
I'm a firm believer in kitties staying indoors for their own good (if I were rich, I'd have sophisticated outdoor runs that were protected and still "indoors").
I would never declaw a cat, having seen too much cat psychoses resulting therefrom.
However - I also believe in the power of love, and if a person loves their cat and finds that de-clawing makes the relationship between cat and human better, then that deserves respect. It't just not my business to proscribe how humans and their animals should best work out their relationships!!
We have two Manx. Not de-clawed. As long as we clip their nails when we hear their nails clicking on floors, they are fine: no scratching furniture. One likes rope/hemp posts; the other prefers carpet/carpeted posts.
They both fetch, as did our other Manx who died unexpectedly at 15,\.
I'm a firm believer in kitties staying indoors for their own good (if I were rich, I'd have sophisticated outdoor runs that were protected and still "indoors").
I would never declaw a cat, having seen too much cat psychoses resulting therefrom.
However - I also believe in the power of love, and if a person loves their cat and finds that de-clawing makes the relationship between cat and human better, then that deserves respect. It't just not my business to proscribe how humans and their animals should best work out their relationships!!
Hi Mr. Steve, please do some research on declawing. Others have a very different opinion.
Here is a statement from the HSUS on the subject:
http://www.hsus.org/ace/12576
And some info on declawing from HSUS:
http://tinyurl.com/4tbec
Regards,
jojo
Hi Mr. Steve, please do some research on declawing. Others have a very different opinion.
Here is a statement from the HSUS on the subject:
http://www.hsus.org/ace/12576
And some info on declawing from HSUS:
http://tinyurl.com/4tbec
Regards,
jojo
Book Recomendation:
"The Great Cat Massacre" by Robert Darnton
It's a fascinating look at pre-revoultionary French history from and a social/cultural perspective.
And it's got a great title. Nice ring to it, don't you think?
Love the blog! Lose the cats.
Regards
scott
Book Recomendation:
"The Great Cat Massacre" by Robert Darnton
It's a fascinating look at pre-revoultionary French history from and a social/cultural perspective.
And it's got a great title. Nice ring to it, don't you think?
Love the blog! Lose the cats.
Regards
scott
In any case, when I step out of the shower, he likes to lick the droplets off my ankles.
A funny funny cat. I sure do love him.
strawhat | Email | Homepage | 11.20.04 - 1:49 am | #
My 20 month old likes to do that, too. He is especially sweet in the morning, doing all sorts of cute kitty type things. Laying on the bathmat, rolling over for belly petting, back and forth. He jumped up on the bathroom counter yesterday morning when I was in a hurry; trying to get ready to catch my carpool. I took the top off the deoderant stick and set it on the counter. He swiped it off the counter onto the floor. What a funny baby. He follows me like a not so little dog.
In any case, when I step out of the shower, he likes to lick the droplets off my ankles.
A funny funny cat. I sure do love him.
strawhat | Email | Homepage | 11.20.04 - 1:49 am | #
My 20 month old likes to do that, too. He is especially sweet in the morning, doing all sorts of cute kitty type things. Laying on the bathmat, rolling over for belly petting, back and forth. He jumped up on the bathroom counter yesterday morning when I was in a hurry; trying to get ready to catch my carpool. I took the top off the deoderant stick and set it on the counter. He swiped it off the counter onto the floor. What a funny baby. He follows me like a not so little dog.
What a lovely baby! Looks like my Pyewacket! Atrios, I loved you before, but now that I know you are a cat lover, I love you even more. Keep up the good work!
What a lovely baby! Looks like my Pyewacket! Atrios, I loved you before, but now that I know you are a cat lover, I love you even more. Keep up the good work!
Ahhhh...sweet...
Ahhhh...sweet...
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