I hate cats.
I have a cat. She’s ok. But my dogs are man’s best friends and I generally don’t like other people’s cats. So I find the title bogus.
I’m obsessed with German Shepherds.
I merely tolerate “cats”.
My cat does not like to be away from her humans even for a short time.
So I argue with the idea that cats are not obsessed with us.
In China, they really like cat.
My irrational love of cats has landed me with six. Rescued a feral female from the shop at work and later found ou5 she was preggo. Didn’t have the heart to relinquish them to be.warehoused at a ‘no kill’ shelter. So the ones I couldn’t adopt out stayed. Love them all.
I don’t think the lady in the video voted for Trump.
People who love cats and can read English have never read Robert Repino’s “Mort(e)”.
I love my kittays ... They hate it when I am gone for a few days. They wait by the door for my return ... so says Mrs Clamper
Because they’re delicious.
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Dogs have owners, cats manage owners. Would not have a cat except for the value as a mouser/ratter in the barn and exterior of the house.
Always think of a cat as being a “lizard brain” (embryologically speaking they have little to no cerebration capability, and are entirely reactive to light and movement with instinctive strike/attack or stalking). That is, a lizard with fur- sometimes cute because we say they are- self defining.
Dogs— pack animals, never forget. Domesticated wolves with the same pack ranking aspects within/without the home. Be alpha with them or you will be much less.
I don’t.
Beagles for me, no cats no time.
We love our kitties here at the ranch. Down to seven now. We had 27 of them take over the main barn in 1994. Neighbor wouldn’t get his cat spayed. Cats came from all over the valley thinking his place was the Chicken Ranch cat brothel, or something like that. I made friends with his cat, snatched it, had it spayed along with all the others, and kept them secured between the house atrium, and the barn.
They took over our barn, ‘cause somebody I know, been married to for forty years kept feeding the little darlings up there. Got to the point I couldn’t work up there without being crawled upon, played with, or some other such nonsense.
Now the majority of the cats have all passed on, and the few left have their place secure in the atrium we are starting to get mice. SIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!
I’ve loved cats all my life. I seem to understand them and they are just great animals. I’ve had the most graceful, the smartest, the cutest, the dumbest, killer hunters, and such bad hunters they brought “fresh kills” to the doorstep like a baked potato half eaten in foil from a neighbor’s trash can, all kinds and I have loved them all.
We only have one beautiful senior lady here now. She is one of the least intelligent cats I’ve known but she is gorgeous and sweet. She will force-pet herself with your hand until you comply.
Our cat we lost 3 years ago tragically (because she ate some window cling gel decorations) was a purebred Balinese and so smart. She fetched toys, and she knew my son’s car and jumped up and raced to the door before he turned up the driveway. He wore her on his shoulder. Her one fault was chewing toys. It caused her to die so young, chewing on those fallen window clings.
