A tailess orange kitty that came on our porch wanting to be pet. HEEEE!!!
I got to pet kitty for five minutes before she went home.
I had to give my cats away when I moved here. Getting to pet that kitty made me SO HAPPY! I loooove kitties and I have been missing petting one. Thank you for coming to visit, orange tailess kitty!
There is a kitty at the bookshop here that I pet that made me realize how much I miss my kitty (and there are dogs at the park that make me miss my pup). And I certainly don’t go to both places just so I can see the critters. Nope, nope, not at all. I wonder if the bookstore is open…
And thank you for the picture of the cranky kitty. That reminds me of home
Several years ago, middle of winter, I woke up and couldn’t move in bed because of the cats sleeping on it. I started to kick and watched them jump off- one, two, three…
Hang on, we have two cats!!! They had invited their useless cat friend- which was a pure black cat without a tail named Abigore- to sleep on the bed with them!
I understand this cat wen to sleep on a car engine as it was warm and when the car started it lost its tail.
At a used bookstore that I went to ( it closed down) there was a wonderful fat gray cat that use to jump down and wrap itself around my legs as I perused the book sections.
When we moved into our house in the middle of March it was still pretty cold outside. I opened the door to our enclosed porch the first morning and there was a calico pretty kitty sheltering herself in the porch. She must have let herself in the night before. She had a collar and ran away when I opened the door for her. I haven’t seen her since. I hope her people weren’t too worried about her. Until it got warmer I’ve been leaving the porch door open at night. Just in case. I miss having pets.
Never had cats as a kid - my dad has never liked them and my brother’s allergic - but the folks across the street would ask me to cat sit from time to time. Three kitties, including a big orange tom on steroids (seriously) named Kaiser. Sweet, sweet cats.
They moved away a few years ago. Kaiser must have been pushing 20 by then. Nicest neighbors you could have, and I still miss the cats.
My friends have two cats and several dogs. We make no bones about the fact that when I come over, it’s often to see the animals as much as to see them. (We have dubbed it ‘weekly animal therapy’.)
I always react like the OP when cats are around. We had to put our beautiful cat to sleep around Thanksgiving 2001, and I haven’t had another cat since, due to various living situations. So I always love visiting friends with cats, and hugging them and frolicking with them and being pals with them. And they’re almost all sweeter and friendlier than our cat, even though I loved him anyway.
I had to laugh when reading the title of this thread, because that is exactly my reaction when I see a kitty.
Once, a guy called me for a date. During the conversation, one of my cats walked up to me. I immediately said, in a whiny, high-pitched baby voice, “Hiiiiiii, Chibi!” Luckily, the guy was an understanding person.
Oh, man, I am so glad to see so many people who love kitties as much as I do.
I, too, am ecstatic and excited just to pet a kitty. Calicos, tabbies and juicy gray kitties are my personal favorites; but really, they are all beautiful. I hope the kitty you met comes back so you can pet her some more.
Alas, I can have no kitties of my own because I suffer from allergies and asthma. I am very sad because of this and therefore adore spending as much time as health will allow in the company of my friends’ kitties, who I refer to as my nieces and nephews. And don’t they love their Auntie Creaky? Yes, they do!
Living in the dorms, I can’t have a cat. Fortunately, some friends living off-base do.
Dixie is a fat grey and white cat. Sweet as can be. She has an almost unnatural craving for pizza, however. One night I crashed out on the couch there, and come about 5 a.m. I wake up hungry, so I roll over and grab a slice of leftover pizza. Dixie was on me like a flash, rubbing and purring and basically giving me kitty-frottage until I was done eating the pizza. Then she started licking my mouth :eek: I let her have the crust.
For those of us who can’t have a kitty, I point you to Rate My Kitten . Cute kitties, updated all the time. I have a hard time rating any of them under a 6 (and that’s usually for bad photography). Guaranteed way to lift your spirits.
Just a small hijack. What is it about cats and bookstores? There was a cat at the used bookstore I went to when I was in college. Even in the movies, there always seems to be a cat at the corner bookstores.
So how does it work? Do you present the cat at the Guild of Used Bookstores before they let you open one up? Or does the bookstore you open up not truly become a bookstore until a cat adopts it?