Your cats are apparently providing some needed chlorination of the local mouse gene pool.
Is that where white mice come from?
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As a (probable) fellow sufferer of toxoplasmosis, I get it! Would I still find the little jerks irresistible if they were bigger than me and wanted to kill me? Probably!
Bear has figured out how to turn on every sink faucet in the house.
I’m waiting for the shower faucet, to strike his fancy. Oh, I’m waiting on that one! It’s not gonna work out like he plans.
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Not sure what happened with your quoting; but that wasn’t me. My cats are indoor/outdoor cats. (80 acre farm on a dead end road.)
Man, I get worse with the quoting instead of better! I’m going to blame the phone keyboard. If it’s an excuse, I was walking my cat in a leash in the back yard while trying to post that. Please excuse the stray notification!
Once I opened the freezer in the garage and out fell a freezer burnt fish piece that wandered out of its wrapping. Jojo the garage cat grabbed it. He carried that thing for 3 days in July. It took me some time to finally find it buried in the litter box. I remarked to him. “Yeah, it smelt like shit to you too, I see!”
He begged and meowed me all the way to the burn barrel. I tried to explain to him he did not really want poop and litter battered fish.
He disagreed.
Now anytime we open that freezer he runs to wait for his stinky fish offering to drop at his cat-lord feets.
Excuse accepted, especially as it involved making sure your cat doesn’t become a stray!
Aw. Freddy Mercury looks like a Fred who used to have his picture posted on the jigidi.com site. We haven’t seen him a while, and I miss him.
One of our dachshunds took her waterbowl out the doggy door, so she didn’t have to come back in the house to get a drink.
The Black Cat is on Svengoolie tonight.
It’s a good one if you can stomach the whole goofy movie between parts.
You sure know how to turn a phrase Beck. Truly poetic!
Oh, that’s not The Merc; he’s solid black, other than a few white hairs scattered on his body, a dusting of them on the tip of his chin, and mostly white whiskers. The picture is a meme I came across years ago. It’s such a perfect illustration of the point.
ETA: Here are Sally and Merc (if the link works):
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=6761212337291532&set=pb.100002084977206.-2207520000&type=3
Aaackkk. They’re in the Movie!!!
(Actually the cats are my favorite part of the movie)
Got my chopping veggies chore done watching(listening).
These folks have no mercy on me. Don’t they know I need sympathy and cool cloth for my forehead?
I have had many cats with many quirks over the years but the King of Quirks was Bubba. He liked to get on the shelf in the closet and race back and forth, making an incredible racket. When I was asleep, it would jolt me awake because it sounded like someone trying to pound their way through the door.
He liked to jump on top of the open bathroom door and just sit there. When he was done, he’d yell for me to come get him down.
He’d look in the bathroom mirror and fuss at That Cat. Sometimes I had to toss him out of the bathroom and shut the door to settle him down. We had to stay in a motel for a couple of days while they were doing work in the apartment. He took it pretty well–until he leapt up on the sink counter and saw That Cat had followed him there.
I got him as a very young kitten and it took 3 months before he could drink water from a bowl without assistance. Instead of coming at it from an angle, he’d stick his face straight down into the bowl and get water up his nose. He was surprised every time.Every time.
He liked to jump into the freezer and just sit there. He didn’t check out the food or anything. He just sat there. It was not pleasant if you tried to get him out before he was ready. Once he got too old to be able to jump that high, I’d see him looking longingly at the freezer door so I’d lift him up and let him sit there for a while.
He was obsessed with washing others. I’d wake up at least once a day from him washing me.Washing my face was relatively not that bad. Washing my eyelids hurt like hell. The weirdest one, however, (and, of course, his favorite) was washing my ears. He favored the area near the ear canal, though not the actual canal.
The first time he woke me that way, it really freaked me out. Eventually I got so used to it that I’d just wake enough to tell him to quit it and move him away. The thin skin combined with a very rough tongue resulted in my getting scabs there sometimes. It was such a moment of pride when people at work would notice and ask how I’d managed to get a scab on my ear.
When he was 5, I got another cat and he transferred most of his obsession to washing him. Not all of it but I got some break from it at least.
He had more quirks but these are some of the highlights.
Holy guacamole! Bubba wins the thread!
I had a cat that used to clean my toes. But only if I hadn’t just washed my feet. When I took my socks off and got into bed she would start on one foot, thoroughly clean each toe and then start on the other foot. One time I took a shower before going to bed, and when I laid down she went for my foot, took one lick and stopped. Apparently she was only interested in cleaning stinky toes.
Aw, you took all the fun out of it! Or maybe she wanted the salt in the exudate on your feet?
My current cat, Rascal, has decided I’m not allowed to sleep in. Every morning between six and six-thirty (and sometimes as early as five) he starts walking around my head, bumping my CPAP mask and occasionally patting at the exposed portions of my face with a paw. If that’s not annoying enough, he does this with his claws out.Then he moves down and squirms against my hand while I’m trying to get him to settle down. Occasionally he takes the hint that I’m not getting up and jumps off the bed. But fifteen minutes later, just as I’m falling back to sleep, he comes back.
Well, yeh, food-human, don’t you understand it’s time to get up and feed breakfast? [sigh] Food-humans can be so slow sometimes.
Maybe that’s why he woke me up at 4:30 one morning last week to present me with a dead mouse.