So, in other words, OldMan, you offered him “advice” you were fully aware he would be totally unable to use, in a thread that specifically asked for a completely different kind of information, simply because you wanted an excuse to express your foaming-at-the-mouth hatred of cats.
Well, a Google search for “kitty dildo” turns up some mighty interesting stuff [save as web page to work offline…] , but not much useful. However, I did find this, under “cats require copulation ovulate”.
No, not in other words, in your words, which are wrong on two counts. I wasn’t offering advice, the first thing I said was that I couldn’t help him not kill a cat. I thought I was commiserating with the poor guy, having to deal with one of the more annoying behaviours of cats, with what I thought, given the nature of the SDMB, would be understood as a little hyperbole. Nor can you legitimately accuse me of having a foaming at the mouth hatred of cats. There are, I reiterate, two cats living in my house, and my relationship with them is one of wary mutual dislike, but I’ve never harmed them. Other people in my house like them, so I tolerate them.
If I really wanted to express a foaming at the mouth hatred of cats, I’d take it to the Pit, which is also where ad hominem attacks on straw men belong.
OldMan, I thought your post was quite appropriate. Since I don’t use smilies and, gee, a whole lot of inflection is lost in a written post, sorry the irony didn’t show up. The truth and accuracy of your post more than made up for any lack of niceness. Was that actual advice, or were you just relating a relavent story? Poor adam yax was screwed from the get-go on the whole cat-sitting thing. I thought your post illustrated quite well how normal people should not put up with other people letting their pets run amok. (Cats, dogs weasels, goldfish, all intact or not.)
Hmmm… you don’t want other people’s cats in your yard so you hustle them out. Without actually offing one. And the problem here would be…? (It’s more fun to squirt a cat with a garden hose than to shoot a pebble near it. The way they launch straight up into the air, and the expression on their face…priceless.)
Duck Duck Goose, all my sugestions have the fundamental flaw of the possibility of a lawsuit. (Some have a smaller possiblity than others, but if this nut-case leaves his cat intact for 8 years and doesn’t breed her, how far out there is he anyway?)
Sigene, how long does the Q-Tip Cure, uh, relieve the tension? I don’t doubt at all that it would work, but does it break the heat cycle? If a cat is not actively pregnant, they drop back into heat. A Q-Tip obviously does not get the cat preggers, so how long until biology takes over again? (12 hours would probably be long enough. Diddle the kitty every night before bed. Kinda unpleasent unless that’s your cat- or your kink- but it would get you through the Month of Ophelia)
I will be taking the she-demon Ophelia to the vet in the morrow. When I did talk to the vet on Thursday, she did mention the Q-Tip thing. Although she said that she had heard of it, but never tried it. I intend on watching what she does, in case Ophelia goes back into heat. If that doesn’t work, I’ll be looking to get some kitty tranqs.
Is heat as uncomfortable for the cat as it is for me and the people next door?
I just dropped off Ophelia at the vet’s office. The plan is to wrap her up in a beach towel with her butt hanging out one end. Several times during the course of the day she will be “serviced” with a Q-Tip. The vet says that this should induce ovulation and induce a false pregnancy that will keep her out of heat for 45 days. There are, however, two buts. First, it may take a day or two for the heat to end. Second, it may not work. Third, Opal is a cat does she have any advice?
A friend of mine had a similar problem with her cat. (Not that she saw it as a problem, mind you.) She owns three cats, a dog, any number of fish - and pays no attention to the yowling from this one particular frustrated feline.
Now, not all that long ago, someone gave this woman a baby rabbit. Adorable as all get-out, and guaranteed to be female. Only as the rabbit grew up, a few short months revealed quite clearly that she was actually a he. And more than interested in doin’ what boy bunnies do.
The cat is still in heat most of the time, during which the rabbit takes the opportunity to hump her like mad. Last time I stopped by, they were on display atop the coffee table in the living room. Sort of an animal kingdom Tijuana live sex show, with the added kink of interspecies interaction.
Anyway, you could just buy a rabbit. They’re probably cheaper than the vet trip.