I have two black cats and both of them seem pretty smart. As I mentioned elsewhere on this board recently, one of them has figured out how to get onto the top shelf of one of my kitchen cabinets by jumping from the counter to the top of the cabinet, stepping down to the top of the built-in microwave, then opening the cabinet door enough that he can get onto the top shelf. Then he curls up and sits there in the dark, safe from attack.
We’ve got a black cat that’s pretty bright, as cats go. He’s developed a pretty clever trick for opening the bathroom drawer where my wife hides her ponytail holders so he can steal them and play with them.
What part – that he was a soldier, or that he would be bitching about it online?
I don’t know how many of his claims HERE were true, but do a google search for “Ariovistus” “chimpout”, and you can find his posts over there. You have to register to do a search on all of them, but google provides a good bit.
And the dumbest cat I ever had was a white long-haired. Go figure. Piper-Grace is all black, and she’s got her issues (pica) but she’s fairly bright. On the other hand, the worst BEHAVED cat I have is a white Siamese mix. (The smartest cats I’ve known tend to be orange)
The thing about that that bothers me is my plans to adopt any/all children past my first. I don’t care about skin color, but at the same time I don’t relish the idea of showing up on the doorstep of some asshole like that to inform him that his kids will NOT bully mine or there will be Troubles.
Oh, I have the feeling they’ll get their’s someday. I’d say that I hope their kids would all marry black people – but do I want the kids to have to put up with the shit Mom and Dad will give them for it? Or for their grandkids to find out what Gramps and Gramma are like?
(One guy was saying he was horrified when he found out that his wife turned out to be biracial – he didn’t know until they had a kid, and their son turned out looking black, and now he was totally disgusted by his own family.)
Actually, I got them as three or four week old kittens and had to bottle feed them for several days before they would eat solid food. My other cat, a middle-aged tuxedo, was tolerant of the invaders to his territory but refused to assist me in raising them.
I’m still trying to get my head around the deal with living in the boonies, running a farm, ready to kill intruders, and yet he has 100 percent disability and a paralysis and a brain injury and a cancer and some other shit.
So I figure on top of all the rest, he’s a liar too.
Ah, yes. The Ancon Inn. El Paraiso del Hombre Soltero. Long gone, I’m afraid, and now replaced by a minisuper, but the Fox Hole (Cueva de las Zorras) down the block was still open the last time I went by.