Posted on 09/24/2016 4:07:29 PM PDT by Twotone
Cats need between 12 and 16 hours of sleep per day, so with all that practice it's no great mystery why cats are experts in the sleep department. Take a look at this list compiled by Bored Panda for example. As you can see, there is literally no place and no position in which a cat cannot sleep. Sink? No problem. Shoe? You got it. In a box? Bring it on! In a wine glass? Sure!
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cats should be considered farm animals. Otherwise, their owners need to keep their butts in their houses.
I’m bookmarking that one.
I wish someone would tell my cats about that ‘12 to 16 hours of sleep’. Judging by the knocked-over stuff we find when we come home from work, and the sleep we often don’t get, ours don’t know this ‘rule’.
Too cute.
Adorable, thanks ; )
I haz a sleepy.
I passionately hate cats. I believe they are evil. I am a pit bull man. Awesome loving dogs,except for strangers. Yikes.
Too bad for you, Wendle. You don’t know what you’re missing.
“When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.” -Mark Twain
Hubby wasn’t a cat person until a feral had a litter in the garage. Now, he frets over them 24/7. He put fluffy spreads over his pool table so they can have a nice comfy bed in the tv room. Two are snoozing on it now. One of the now grown fixed males brought in 3 abandoned kitties a couple weeks ago and guess who is already naming them.
Not really a cat hater thread, Wendle. Try elsewhere. I suggest you get in an argument with one of those clowns who think all pit bulls should be destroyed. They deserve all the scorn you can give them.
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My father was the same way. He didn’t hate cats, but when one was given to us I don’t think he really wanted it - especially when it cried constantly the first night. Daddy liked his booze now and then, and that night when we were in bed, we heard him saying ‘I’m going to flush that cat down the toilet if he doesn’t shut up!’
Fifteen minutes later we heard, “Here kitty kitty; come here and let me pet your pumpkin head!”
After that, the cat was HIS for the next 15 years; he worried over it constantly - and I think he was more worried when that cat didn’t come home at night, than when we kids didn’t ;-)
That’s what I see when I awake in the mornings-unless I’m looking at the north side of a southbound cat, that is.....
She was expected to earn her keep by keeping the barn rodent free, which she usually did. Dad had a soft heart and gave her extra food in the winter and, of course, we boys would always manage to squirt a little warm milk in her mouth when we were milking the cows.
Of course, she would come scratching at the front door sometimes, especially in the winter. We could bring her in, feed her, pet her and even cuddle up with her as long as it was an hour or less. Then it was back out the door where she found her way to the barn and her less warm bed of grain sacks.
Fast forward a generation and my youngest daughter and family have a Chartreaux mix named Mia. Sweet cat, lets the grandsons pull her tail and worse. When she's had enough, she simply walks away and hides. They treat her a little more gently when she returns, for awhile.
Daughter gets a job promotion and the family gets transferred to Japan for a posting. Mom and Dad agree to adopt Mia for the duration.
She arrives last year on a brisk November day. First night, she isn't happy about her cross-country flight. Mom isn't even sure she likes cats as she grew up a dog person. I just open the transport cage, send Mom to bed and head there myself. 20 minutes later, Mia finds he way out of the cage and curls up in the bed to sleep at Mom's feet. She has a new favorite person less than 24 hours after leaving her old family in a shipping crate.
The old softy!
Since my last post, the tom rounded up his adopted kitties from the neighbors’ yards making sure they were settled on our porch for the night. They’re too skittish to follow him into the house but it won’t be long. Hubby made sure their bowl was full and they’re watching me through the window. Cute little faces.
They wheedle their ways into your heart! And they absolutely expect that you will love them no matter what they do.
I’ve got one that’s so, so BAD, always climbing up where he shouldn’t, poking into things, getting yelled at all the time - and then immediately climbs into your lap or rubs against your legs. You can’t shame them at all - you can just love them.
How sad. I can’t imagine hating any animal.
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