They forgot what again?
CATS had alzheimer's? That would explain his bizarre use of the English language. "All your base..."
I think my cat has it. He keeps licking himself like he is candy.
They say woem,woem,woem, not meow, meow, meow.
Actually, I had a cat when I was 6 years old until my mid 20s, and it *hated* me. Towards the end, it actually came over and acted nice before it died. I honestly don't know if he forgot, forgave, or just knew his time was up and decided make amends.
I think my old sweetie pie Max has Alzheimers. Hes about 14, but he keeps acting like he hasn't done something that he just did!
Cats need a holistic diet of raw meat and cooked vegetables at other times with lots of antioxidants added to the diet. Cat need meat but not that chemicalised commercial crap. I put my dog on a home cooked/raw diet and her doggie cataracts have cleared up and her coat looks great. My sister does a neem oil flea dip at a fraction of the cost of a vet.
My old dog developed senility. Perfectly healthy animal but her mind was going, e.g. she was highly anxious unless I was within sight. My vet told me it's time to put her to sleep when your memory of her is becoming completely negative and so is the quality of her life. We chose a time, and peacefully, she relaxed and fell into a deep forever sleep in my arms. Thank heaven for animal euthansia.
"How can they tell?" It's the difference between dumb and dumber!! No flaming please!!
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 ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
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.
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 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.
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 filled with what 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 and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Alas, due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured...for now.
But I can wait, it is only a matter of time....
Day 775 - The horrors! The worse creature my captors could have devised to torment me with was another hideous cat! I can't stand the way it lies around and looks at me as if it knows more than I do. This creature seems to despise me as much as I it. I had held out a passing notion that another of my own kind would have enabled me to conspire against the villains who hold me; now I see that I was wrong. What a dreadful creature! And yet they coo over us both. Can they not spot my innate superiority?
Day 776 - The other cat and I, though we can not stand one another, have yet managed to both pee copiously behind the couch, on the so-called "shag" carpet. I have taken a lesson from my rival and begun sleeping on top of my captors' heads in the hope of suffocating them.
Day 777 - The wardens take much interest in our sh!t. They make sure they sift through the sand and pick it all out. Their interest in sh!t does not surprise me. After all, they like the dog.
Day 778 - The other cat seems to have an interest in copulation, which (thank them for their sadism) my captors will soon "fix". Told him of the fingernail torture, and he didn't even believe me. I showed him my mutilated paws and he gasped in horror. Then I broke the bad news. "You know why that dog licks his nuts?" I said, "It's because he still has nuts to lick, if you catch my drift." I fully support the horrors my captors will inflict upon my fellow captive, tearing away his manhood as they soon will.
Day 779 - Yes, they are monsters, but I am so happy. They fixed the other cat. It's sadistic, it's sick, it's inhuman, it's what their great leader "Bob Barker" commands, but -- the Sphinx be praised -- I support it wholeheartedly!
Day 780 - Got stoned on cat nip tonight. At the height of it all, I had a vision, a hallucenogenic revelation: they are the prisoners and I am the captor! Why haven't I seen this all before?
This might explain why my cat sometimes explores tops of desks, chests, dresser, etc., and looks around the house like it's the first time she's ever been in our house.
I have to admit that was the first thing I thought.
Continually forget their car keys and leave the light on in the litter box.
I guess underarm deodorant and aluminum cans are NOT the problem
My daughter has an older (exact age unknown) female, spayed Siamese cross who will spend literally hours trying to kill her tail. It is amusing for a time, but she is very serious and it becomes non-amusing. The frequency seems to be increasing for this odd behavior, which was rare but is becoming at least a weekly and day or two long incident.
One of my cats sniffs the air whenever I walk into the room, as if I smell. Another cat, after I pet her, has to instantly clean herself, as if I put dirt on her. They are funny creatures. A co-worker of mine once said if cats knew how to operate a can opener, we would be out on the streets.
Wouldn't all animals be subject to this? At least if they get old enough?