Heh, it’s generally the other way around. The other cats are playing and wrestling, and Stokie goes over there to try to play with them and meets a chilly reception. Then he runs back to me crying. He’s the aggressor when it comes to the food, though. He’s from the skreets, dog.
Ollie writhing in the sun and advancing on the camera ( yes, I own copies of both the ‘Battle of Algiers’ and ‘Big Bad Mama’, make of that what you will 
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Rupert posing respectfully, for once and staring pensively out of windows.
Which just goes to show, my career in Forensic Feline Psychology was definitely a poor move. 
Just curious, was Skokie the runt of the litter? I’ve never seen ‘food hoarding’ behavior from cats other than runts, but I suppose it’s possible. In both of the litters we fostered, the smallest cat was downright brutal to any cats that tried to get near the food dish while he was eating. Baxter actually took it a bit further and was, for a good bit of time, incredibly possessive of his toys. He has a felt ‘worm’ that is his favorite toy, and when he was a few months old and Spamzo decided to sniff at the worm toy, Baxter clawed him so hard that Baxter’s claws actually stuck in Spamzo’s head. Both cats stood there, shocked, and Spamzo didn’t dare to move. Then he started to wail. We rescued him and, I have to admit, Baxter did eventually grow out of being quite so possessive.
In the present day, he’s is routinely muscled out of the way of raw chicken/beef by Cherry.
Edit: the above was to Zsofia.
Adorable. I love the sleekness that most fit black cats have.
You are certainly forgiven for Big Bad Mama as you have The Big Lebowski, Big Trouble in Little China, Barry Lyndon (one of Kubric’s greatest, if not his single greatest) and, of course, the first season of BSG. And if I’m not mistaken, it’s the European version that has the miniseries on the first disc? Interesting non-cat related tidbit: I was visiting my middle brother in NYC for his birthday and brought down the first and second seasons for him to watch. He was resistant, especially since he works at a major NYC law firm and to say he’s got little free time would be an understatement. Still… I managed to get him to watch some of the miniseries with me, and he was hooked.
After I left that Saturday morning, he stayed up long enough to watch the entire fist and second seasons. He then downloaded the third season and polished that off in a night. I got an email today that he’d broken down and bought the season 4 episodes on Amazon and, yep, watched them all in one night. The specific quote was “I watched all 9 episodes last night, I guess you could say that I’m addicted.”
So yeah, your DVD collection passes muster. Who knew… you’re not only a thoroughly knowledgeable and well read Doper, but you’ve got great taste. I tip my hat.
(Man, I love playing “critique someone’s DVD collection” )
Very distinctive facial coloring.
Kinda reminds me of Gallente pilots from EVE Online, actually.
Bandit’s my favorite. (But don’t tell the others.)
Ahhh, Picasa is working now. And that is one comfy looking kitty.
Although I have to say, I’ve never seen a fox in real life or in a decent photo for that matter. Those are some mighty cool pictures. (That is a fox… right?)
Yes, but do they all really make up for The Big Doll House? In my “defence” on that one it’s really less of a case of a WIP fetish, than it is a slight Roberta Collins fetish :p. I have Caged Heat and Death Race 2000 as well. Yes sir, it’s all trash or classics ( occasionally classic trash ) at chez Tamerlane.
It does have the miniseries ( I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise ), but I know nothing of it being a European import. It wasn’t so labeled. Also seasons two and three.
I’ve been known to pull similar insane stunts. I watched every first season Carnivale episode in one more or less, scarcely broken-up, massive block on a weekend. It was on On Demand and was about to cycle out of their queue. Even though I hadn’t intend to get that obsessive, in retrospect I decided it was something That Had To Be Done.
It has been claimed by a couple of my more cat-obsessed friends ( one guy has been a shelter volunteer for years ) that he has a slightly unusual face. Larger whisker-pads or something that give him the appearance a more dog-like snout. I’m a bit unconvinced, but it would jibe with the fact that he thinks he’s a dog.
Pretty sure it’s the UK version. The American version has only season 1 with the miniseries being sold seperately.
I can kinda see that. His facial bone structure isn’t what I’m used to, at least.
Awesome!
But I can top that
Baxter comes when you call him and plays fetch.
Yes. They put out a “fox buffet” every night, of dry dog food and table scraps.
Pretty cool :). I’ve tried, but Rupert can’t quite get that concept down. They’re both utterly unaffected by catnip as well, which is a bit boring ( though Rupert is already a rambunctious terror, lord knows how insane he might be hopped up on goofballs ).
Funny thing is, Baxter trained us to play fetch with him.
He loves foil balls. Loves them. So one day, he spent an hour or so batting a foil ball around the floor, picking it up in his mouth, and then depositing it on the couch next to Lunar, and meowing before batting the ball around again. Rinse, repeat.
This went on for a bit until she started throwing it, and he started bringing it back to her so she could throw it again.
He’s a feral cat that I just snatched from under a porch about a month ago. It’s not so much aggression (he doesn’t guard his food) as it is sheer gluttony - he hoovers up food, and he won’t stick to one bowl. He’ll start out at the bowl he’s next to, but then he’ll shove Edison or Dewey aside, and then keep rotating bowls. I keep hoping he’ll realize that there’s always food here every morning and evening, and that the other cats will get up the nerve to just pop him one when he tries that crap. Hasn’t happened yet, though, so he’s been getting by far the lion’s share of breakfast and dinner.
Interesting… he sounds more like a domesticated cat that escaped and/or a feral that’s had a lot of human contact. In my experience, it’s rare to have a cat that’s a true feral and that also tolerates humans all that easily.
Generally. The major wounds they have had are from each other. They have all been fixed, and we try to keep the medical bills down by doing most doctoring ourselves with the Vet’s blessing and meds.
Since we shut them in at night, no coyotes bother them, and we’ve pretty well convinced the neighbors that there’s a low tolerance policy regarding critters crossing lines. Keep in mind that we live in the middle of nowhere, so it has to be a purposeful trespass if other’s animals come visiting.
The biggest threat to them is tourists who can neither read, comprehend pictures, or give a flying rip about anyone besides themselves. I’ve yet to figure out why driving like maniacs up and down a dirt road is doing them or their vehicles any good.
We do keep 4 kitties in the well house connected to a large wired cage/run, and have the other 4 in OUR house. Plans are to build a second kitty hut for those 4 and get their fur out of my space.
We also have one kitty that plays fetch with fuzzy meese.
Yes, those are foxes. We live on the edge of a state park, and they have free reign. Since they WILL be around anyway, my thinking is, as long as I keep their bellies full, and don’t try to tame them, the less hassle they will be. Park staff agrees, or at least thinks that healthy critters are best.
He’s definitely not an escaped domestic - his mother wouldn’t come anywhere near us and we saw him when he was a kitten. He was fed by an ex-roomate of my boyfriend, but nobody really tried to tame him - he’s just a sweet animal. A mutant, maybe. He’s literally the most human-affectionate cat I’ve ever met. When I grabbed him off the porch, if you sat still he’d come up to you and let you scratch his ears. He really enjoyed it, but that was it. Now, a month later, all he wants in the world is to spend the whole day in your lap getting his belly rubbed.
Wow, that really is extraordinary. Every single feral I’ve ever seen has either been terrified by or hostile to humans. A feral that wanted pets is definitely a rare find. You were lucky to nab him.
That sucks. Too bad spike strips probably aren’t all that legal for you.
That sounds pretty darn cool. Was it expensive/time consuming to construct?
Aw see now I’m missing my kitties. I’m in Boston seeing my husband (which IS better in the overall scheme of life), but the kitties are still in Kansas City.
Our cat, Vice Admiral Horatio Nelson First Viscount Nelson, K.B., adopted us in January 2007 from our local shelter; he looked up at my husband from his little cage and meowed. We had to get him. He was a rescued stray, aptly named Head Games by the staff. He goes from being the sweetest guy ever, sitting on my lap, purring, to a raging asshole, biting, scratching, hunting you down, in milliseconds flat.
Helping me work.
Hunting from his cube.
In his tube.
He doesn’t like the heat.
Napping.
Doing the taxes.
My mom’s cat, Lulu, was adopted as a kitten with another cat, Hattie (Hattie and Lulu being my great grandmother’s wicked step-sisters who stole the family fortune, squandered it, and died poor and friendless), but Hattie died suddenly. Lulu was never outgoing, and escaped the house soon after Hattie’s death and soon before my parents moved. So, she had to be caught with a Have-a-Heart trap (a neighbor’s cat was caught first, though) and brought to the new house… where she escaped and will not come back inside. But she does stop by, with her friends, for food and a little bit of one-handed petting. Lulu has a weird psychic relationship with my nephew.
I grok.
I’m applying for jobs in Texas currently and there is no way I’d move there unless I could bring Cherry with me.
He looks like an adorable cat… too bad he’s possessed. 
Her facial structure reminds me a lot of our Extra Cat. And it’s weird that she’s decided, on her own, to become an outdoors only cat. Never known that to happen, but then again, cats are insane by nature. On the last point, you might wanna watch that. The little kid could be amassing a secret cat army as we type.
Oh they will be moving here, too. In about three weeks, we’ll load them up in the car and make that horrible drive. I am not looking forward to a 1400-mile road trip with three cats.
I’ve done a cross-country move once before with kitties and we did sedate them a bit. The pills worked very well for one cat and made the other cat whiny and loud. I’m wide open to any suggestions from those of you who have done road trips with cats.