He’s never had a cat.
He’s wearing a dead cat on his head
Agreed. I was under the impression that I was our cat’s slave. I know that he thought so too.
What a nut case.
“Dogs have masters, cats have staff.”
Awfully sorry about that last post. It was a cut and paste from another thread.
My cats rearrange the blanket to suit themselves on what I once thought was my bed and I must position myself just so or they’ll sit there with looks of slight annoyance on their faces. They wake me at 7 every morning demanding their breakfast and each must have their own bowls placed in their own specific places. At 7 I must turn off the a/c (Texas summers) off so the backdoor can be opened so they can wander in and out most of the day. Come mid day when us humans are sweltering in the hot Texas summer, the door gets shut and the a/c comes on. When they get too hot outside, they’ll meow at the door to be let in so they can snooze under the ceiling fan and the best a/c vent in the house. They let me know in no uncertain terms if their box needs cleaning and when the bottom of their food bowl starts to show. If their collars fall off, they bring them to me to put back on immediately. Dad’s shoes aren’t for putting on his feet but containers for the critters they bring in. Someone is up and down all afternoon and evening letting them in and out and in and out and in and out. Books, computers, sewing machine, newspaper, or whatever must be set aside for belly rubs and back scratches. When they come in at night, they line up on the coffee table demanding treats.
And then there’s the dogs.
Now, explain to me who’s the slave.
Amen. Cats are convinced of their intellectual superiority.
Our family cat was inherited from our daughter and family when they got posted to Japan.
We let her out (or she sneaks out) every day for a few minutes when the front door is open, usually just to get some greens and sunshine.
Sometimes she will even taunt us and hide under a bush, but if it lasts too long, all I have to do is bring out the water spray bottle while the Mrs. opens the front door and she goes right back in. She could easily outrun or hide from the two of us. There is a good reason that she doesn't.
My animals including the ducks and chickens would tell him where to go. They all know who has food and water for them as well as comfort and comradery. I think the reason fools like him want animals to live “naturally” starving, fighting and diseased is because they are jealous of the attention animals receive. And come to think of it, they must be jealous of other humans too as they would have us all live that way also, starving, fighting and diseased.
Probably never any p---y either.