Cats are lithe carnivorous quadrupeds that condescend to live among humans while maintaining a standoffish air.
And some of them are just.. well..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeJX7fxz-f4
Gang of Feral Cats Attacks Woman, Dog in France
Jul 27, 2013
http://news.discovery.com/animals/pets/feral-cats-attack-130727.htm
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Run-Ins With Aggressive Black Cat Have Pearl River Residents On The Lookout
July 6, 2015
http://newyork.cbslocal.com/2015/07/06/pearl-river-cat-attacks/
Domesticated? Really?
Cats and dogs are different. Dogs have a non-domestic/wild component that is rarely seen by most people who have dogs, even though it is indisputably there.
Cats, on the other hand, have a rather large, non-domestic/wild component that almost every cat owner has seen occasionally, if not frequently.
I see very little difference between a domestic cat and nearly any large cat such as a tiger except physical size, the domestic component, and the distance to the non-domestic/wild component.
Dogs are like people in many ways.
Cats are like cats who like people.
Oh, I dunno. My Snow-shoe kitty is rather docile when her belly is full. But she goes into full Tasmanian Devil blur when another feline enters our block! 50/50!
Cats don’t need us? Disagree. If you feed a stray cat, even once, it will attach itself to you like super glue.
I’ve had both cats and dogs. Used to be a dog-lover exclusively, but cats have their good points. They are a lot lower maintenance than dogs.
Ping!
In Korea they like cats - with garlic and soy sauce.
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Some wild animal clumped across my bed last night…thought it was a dino, but it was AndyCat. I’m NOT kidding, I had the impression that he was some very ancient species.
I accused him. He didn’t deny it.
Liberalism for “No one should own a cat”.
Secret Cat Diary (All over the web)
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed (again).
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan...
DAY 768- I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “shampoo”. What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call “beer.” More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies”. Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
A good definition of domesticated is an animal that never reaches emotional maturity. Instead they emotionally remain in preadolescence.
But this selective breeding never entirely controls them, a big reason that pet neutering is used.
Context is also important to domestication. A dog behaves very differently with his human owners than he does in a dog pack. The same with domestic cats, with people and with a group of other cats.
There are also types of domestication, such as the differences between horses, donkeys and mules.
Horses naturally live in a very hierarchical herd arrangement, and can adapt to having a human leader. Donkeys are generally loners, though female donkeys will often band together out of friendship. And this is the same with their relationship with humans. They do what you want not because you order it, but because they like you.
(Importantly, in the wild, both horses and donkeys can be quite violent to perceived threats, like wildcats and coyotes.)
Mules, a cross-breed of horses and donkeys, are a pain in the butt. They neither take orders nor do they like you. So forcing them to comply needs considerable force and bad language, done by rare mule experts called muleskinners.
They are far stronger than donkeys, less prone to illness and extremes of climate than are horses, and they are not picky eaters.
But again, horses, donkeys, and mules are all technically “domesticated”.
