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Posted on 11/13/2025 3:34:47 AM PST by week 71
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If you look carefully at their actions you can see signs of intelligence. Orcas (which are really just big dolphins) show EXTRAORDINARY problem solving skills.
We were in Cabo a month or so ago and my wife did a “swimming with the dolphins” thing (at a place that doesn’t suck and exploit their dolphins). And There’s a photo of her “holding the dolphin like a baby”. I reminded her that the cute little animal she was holding was also a bad enough wild animal that the great whites won’t mess with them.
A few days ago, Glenn Beck talked on air about doing a commercial with Michael Jackson’s chimpanzee, Bubbles. He said they’d worked all morning to practice. Only after lunch did the chimp come, brought to the studio in a limo. His trainer, speaking plain English, told the monkey what to do. He asked Bubbles if he understood, to which Bubbles nodded, & then they started the take, which Bubbles performed flawlessly. GB was so surprised at the performance he blew the take himself.
Having been around various animals for most of my life, I don’t understand why humans think we’re being anthropomorphic when we say animals do THINK & understand pretty complex statements/sentences. And if they can do that, why wouldn’t they also have their own language?
Most animals have decision-making capability and are capable of certain behaviors that, when noted, are derisively categorized as anthropomorphic when in actuality, aren’t, in my opinion.
I am, and have been for years, and avid observer of Blue Jay behavior, and I can uncategorically declare they they are “greedy”.
I have been feeding them peanuts in the shell for years, and their behaviors surrounding peanuts, which they cannot resist, are both hilarious and telling.
They will often try to fit a whole peanut into a space in their throat called a “gular pouch” so that they can store that one and take an extra peanut away with them in their beak as they flee to cache it somewhere. And they will go to great lengths to try, even to the point you conclude it is an impossible task or they will asphyxiate themselves doing it.
They have an insatiable greed for peanuts. If you throw two peanuts on the ground that are of obviously different size, it will unerringly take the larger one. That is unsurprising.
But if you throw two peanuts out at the same time that are inches apart, the Blue Jay, even at a risk of being taken by a predator, will pick up a peanut, gauge its size, drop it, pick up the other one, and I have counted a Blue Jay do this five times in rapid succession.
And if you throw out a small peanut, then throw out a larger peanut, even if they have flown away to a nearby branch, will fly back to drop the smaller one for the larger one.
I watched one as I threw out a larger peanut than the one it picked up, and with an absolutely dismissive action (that if I I could have heard it would have included a dismissive “PAH!”) where is turned its head to the side, all the while keeping its eye on the newer, larger peanut and SPIT the smaller peanut out of its beak before flying over to grab the larger one!
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Absolutely. I have cats. I’ve seen them act with concern for fellow kitties, I’ve seen love, hate, revenge. You can see the wheels turning in their little heads & know what they’re going to do next. They think, they make plans.
They are too funny to watch. I can’t wait for someone to invent a Universal Translator, so we can sit & have a chat.
Oh! Excellent!
Then you would like me to recite some Vogon poetry!
Hahahaha…be careful what you wish for…:)
FUZZY: You have to be kidding me. Of all the cat owners in the world, I get the one who asks me why I purr. Doesn't ask if I like the food. Doesn't ask if I think the litter box is clean enough. Doesn't ask if I like living in the house with that POS idiot dog you brought home. Really. You know, when you try to get me to purr, maybe you should pay attention to these things that we call "clues". I swear, you are like some guy who couldn't find a woman's erogenous zones if she she painted her entire body white, and painted red where she wanted you to touch. Even if she painted explicit instructions how she wanted you to touch her, you still wouldn't figure it out. You know when you rub my ears (which are sore as hell, by the way because of the way you rub them) and I roll over on my back. Now why do you think I do that? Am I trying to tan my belly? I am giving you clues, you dumb ass.
TWOTONE: Wha...whaa...what? I uh...
FUZZY: And another thing. I hate the food. Hate it. You make a big deal of it when I show interest when you give me a stupid cardboard box. "Oh, isn't he cute! He loves boxes!" Are you insane? I show interest in it because there might be food somewhere inside of the box that doesn't taste like the cardboard box, like my food does.
TWOTONE: I...I...I didn't...ah...
FUZZY: Yeah. And just so you sleep better-I wanted to tell you-you snore a lot, so you know when you woke up yesterday, and you muttered that your mouth tasted like you just ate a cat turd? Well, you weren't far off. To SHUT YOU UP, I planted my ass right on your face as you snored, and ground it in...right after I used the litter box, of course.
TWOTONE: But...but...
FUZZY: Uh huh. And hearing you say that as you smacked your lips and squinted your eyes in puzzlement at the taste in your mouth, I nearly crapped on the bed, trying so hard not to laugh at you. And speaking of crap...you know that tootsie roll you found in your shoe last week? You wondered how a piece of Halloween candy got into your shoe? You picked it up, sniffed it, and I nearly had a stroke as I could see you thought it might be okay to take a bite out of it, and It was all I could do to keep from screaming out "DO IT! DO IT! OH GOD, PLEEASE DO IT!" Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, Bucko, but...that wasn't a tootsie roll.
I love it! I am going to read that book again, but every time I read a line from the robot in the book, I am going to hear Alan Rickman’s voice!
I saw a video last week about cats. Owners would “say” a cat-pitched “ma-AH”, which is supposed to mean “come here”. Most of the time the cats would go to whomever was doing it.
When we had a feral mama and three babies in the yard, that was how Mama sounded when she would tell the babies when it was time for them to follow her home — wherever that was. They’d stop playing and go to her.
(Later, “home” became our house.”
Ha-ha! YES, the conversation might be a LOT like that. Although even without help, I KNOW when they don’t like the food I’m serving. :-)
I love cats (and dogs) but cats have no problem displaying their displeasure with you!
I currently have ten. Didn’t mean to. They just come to me. ;-)
That’s just about right... :-)
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