I suppose in this case (cat) penis really did ensue.
I got my two cats at the same time from a shelter when the shelter was in serious cat and kitten overload. I wasn’t really expecting to get kittens but these two wiggled their way into my heart. The first day I had them home I was letting them walk around on the couch near me while my parents, my brother and I ate. The smaller of the two kittens was apparently hungry and decided that she simple must have some of my hashbrown casserole. So, while I was taking a bite, she jumped onto my plate and began eating. I’ve never had a cat so bold. She has since learned that I find that behavior unacceptable.
We have recently acceded to the desires of a neighborhood cat and welcomed him in.
His original residence was a few houses up on the next street over, but he started hanging around our house, sunning in the driveway and slipping into the garage for a snack and a nap in our cats’ lairs (wife doesn’t like being walked on in her sleep, so I made heated lairs for them in the garage and they love them). It got to where I would either bribe him to stay out while the door shut - La mordida literally, or put him in the car and chauffeur him home - got to where as I pulled up to his house he would wait by the passenger window for me to open it, and jump out. His owner would also come get him from time to time. It got to where he would run to meet me when I came home.
A while back, he apparently got hit. He dragged himself to our house (not his owner’s), where the next door neighbor thought he was dying and (presumptuously) called Animal Control to have him picked up. Soon as I found out, I made a point to hustle over there, where I found him in fine shape except for weakness in his back legs. He had not even been “booked” so I was able to spring him merely by telling a few fibs. He rode with me calmly while I did a few other errands and headed home.
I returned him to his “owner” (starting to get a little dubious by this point) and saw no more of him for a while, and thought maybe he had settled down. About a month after that, as I was starting to wonder about checking on him, he shows up again, perfectly healthy. I put him out each evening to presumably go home, but see evidence that he doesn’t. Winter is coming on, and I finally reach the cliche point of “I wouldn’t put a cat out on a night like this!” and let him overnight in the garage.
Next thing I know, Wife and Daughter have brought him in the house, and he has declined to leave. He goes out, but will literally pound on the door when he wants in. (Hooks his claws in the screen and shakes it to pound it on the frame.) Haven’t seen his erstwhile owner looking for him either …
I guess he figures if I cared enough to bail him out of cat jail, I was who he wanted to live with.
Yes. I had to get that offa my chest. And out of my mind’s eye.
P.S., the cat is fine. He did get bit in a fight. Me and the same co-worker had that indoor/outdoor “discussion” a few times. We do NOT live in a rural area. We live on Long Island-- filled with feral cats with AIDS, dogs that bite, parasites, disease and, well, you get the idea. She insists that her outdoor cat is in no danger-- even after he came home with a hole in his head. This same cat has also come home with a swollen paw. We won’t even discuss the cardinal he killed.
But co-worker insists that it is better for the cat’s health to let him out during the day. Perhaps she just likes the taste of Cathead Gravy.
This reminded me of something my dear departed Kyra would do. If I was eating something she thought smelled good she’d start coughing and hacking. I’d jump up to see what was wrong with her, and she’d zip away and get up on the table and start checking out my food.
I fell for it a few times before I wised up. :smack: After that when she’d start the hacking I’d just look at her and say “I don’t think so!” She’d then slink off and pout for a while. She was a smart cat, I still miss her.
My Siamese girl picked me out at the Humane Society. She was an adult kitty, and needed to be spayed, so I had to leave her at the shelter overnight. Next day, I went to pay for her and get the rest of the paperwork finished, but I hadn’t expected to bring her home that day, and she was about to be hustled off into quarantine because she’d developed an URI, so I said that I’d take her home and treat her there. The shelter was delighted to find out that I knew how to give a cat liquid medicine, and that I was willing to do it. At any rate, my husband and I had planned to go out for lunch that day. We couldn’t do that with a cat in the car, so he dropped me off at home and went and got some takeout fried chicken. Sapphire thought that this was a vast improvement over the offerings at the shelter, and was ready to pick out her own serving. She’s since learned that I WILL fix a plate for her, but she has to be patient.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never tasted anything off of my cat. Once it’s on my cat, it’s her problem (except the time I dripped liquid soap on her - I put her in the glass-enclosed shower and chased her around with the shower head - she didn’t like it).
Do not rub that tummy, no matter how tempting it looks. My black and white slug, Stimpy, likes his tummy rubbed and I was absentmindedly doing it one day when his little thingy came out. Next thing I knew he ejaculated all over my hand. Nothing like jacking off your kitty (as a few other people here have noted).
… he landed at the vets office VERY shortly thereafter and and his bits nipped off.
While I totally agree that housecats kill birds by the millions, I disagree that feral cats do that much damage. Feral cats live by their clock, and birds pretty much live on a different clock. Cats hunt in twilight and dawn, birds fly around when its light. Rodents are awake when feral cats are awake and are their perferred prey.
BUT…if everyone would just get their cats fixed and keep them inside, this arguement would be moot.
Lucky has lived in this home for almost 2 months now and he’s still freaking out. Or just being a grade school boy in love with a girl. He has now started hiding in the kitchen cabinets and jumping out to scare poor Karen into dropping stuff.
The magnetic locks don’t hold well enough to keep idiot cat out, so we are going to install children locks on a kitchen that has not once seen a child.
I want another cat. I laid in bed the other night and suddenly really really missed having a cat laying there too.
But my last cat peed over almost every square inch of this apartment and although I’ve shampooed the carpet three times since getting rid of her, I’m still afraid that a new kitty would smell it and decide that it too could go where it pleased.
