I knew a girl who had a cat. It was neurotic. It was afraid of the grass. While outdoors, it would only walk on the sidewalk. If you put it on the grass, it would freak into a panic attack.
BTW, my favorite cat is Sylvester. "Sufferin' succotash!!!"
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GaryKelly wrote:. And they won't fetch sticks or balls for another.
I've had several which fetched and two which knew, almost to the minute, the time I left a distant location to come home.
It was always the time I got into the cab to go to the airport or got into the car to start driving home. It was never the time I began packing the night before. It seemed to be the time I came to be mentally aware that I had departed--the time of no return, so to speak.
One of them had to spend an unfortunate three months with friends. When I returned, they reported that she had spent one entire day in "alarm mode," howling inconsolably and at intervals frantically trying to get their attention. It turned out to have been a day I nearly died.
We had four until last May or so, when Cali had to be put down for cancer. The remaining three are Pepper (my roommate's), and my own two, Murray and Ace. Murray and Ace have been together for almost 11 years, but Pepper into the mix doesn't go very well at all...
Murray hates the sound of any whistle... Ace loves fake mice. They're so cute.
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I don't know how they are now but in the Perot days it was like a sweatshop.
I interviewed with them in 1990 but had a very bad interview experience. Suffice to say a pencil to the interviewer's eyeball would have been justified.
I almost forgot -- our daughter has become a cat. We have a movie called "My neighbor Totoro". Evidently the Japanese believe that cats can take on characteristics of whatever interests them. So there's a character in this movie that's a catbus (a cat that saw a bus and liked it, see avatar). So I came home a few weeks ago, and there's Alyssa crawling around saying MEOW and insisting on being called Catbus.
It's a wonderful movie, BTW, very different from your run-of-the-mill American animated feature or even your run-of-the-mill Japanese animated flick.
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Two cats here. Bob, who's been with us for 13 years and beginning to loose a step and her new understudy Sniff who came to us at Christmas and is now about 4 1/2 months old.
Neither Bob or Sniff have any purebred lineage, both being adopted from the local Humane Socienty. They are both multi-colored shorthairs.
Whenever I play the whistle, Bob gives me THE LOOK and leaves the room while the new kid Sniff gets as close as she can to see whats going on. Bob (yes, she is a female) is clearly the queen of the house and merely tolerates Sniff who is at the "hell on wheels" stage of kittenhood and is a holy terror that attacks anything and everthing of interest including Bob.
No cats- we like them, and would have them, but both the wife and I are allergic to some cats- not all, but we would not want to take one home and then find out we are allergic, only to have to give it back. That would big time suck.
I guess there are styles of kitties out there that are not supposed to cause allergic reactions, but I haven't seen any of those that I like.
Cranberry wrote:
I'm allergic to cats (hair), too, but I live with them anyway. Watery eyes don't bother me.
Watery eyes are ok, swollen shut eyes, are not. In my case, it's really odd, because I had a "scratch" test at a dermatologist last year for a different matter, and I did not test positive for being allergic to cats- go figure.
