How can such a tiny kitten produce such a huge stink?

Firstly, if I were as prejudiced against you as you thought I was, I never would have reread your post, decided you meant it as a joke, and then actually defended you.

Secondly, you saying I had a knee-jerk response is highly ironic considering the vitriol in your reply to me.

Thirdly, your rant about accepting responsibility goes both ways. You’re not a victim and the role of martyr does not suit you. You have been told numerous times that you come off as a dick and have even started threads asking how not to. It isn’t anyone else’s fault but your own that you haven’t implemented the suggestions given to you.

And finally, look into prozac.

It wasn’t kneejerk; it was just finally time for me to QUIT being a martyr and always accepting 100% percent of the responsibility for any such misinterpretations.

I never started any threads asking how not to be a dick, though I have attempted to understand a little better why many people consistently interpret me that way. As a result, I now have a better understanding: both of my output, and of others’ input. My primary goal was understanding; change was secondary, and I never gave anyone carte blanche to dictate my behavior. I have considered and applied the information in that thread that I have found useful. Fuck you for using that against me. And fuck you for presuming to offer me medical advice. What if you said that to someone who WAS on prozac? That would make you a REAL asshole.

In any case, **Guinistasia **has a long standing and totally exaggerated and unfair and *inflexible *prejudice against me, and your repeated statement that my reply WAS belligerent, rather than that you INTERPRETED it as belligerent, implied a similar and arrogant prejudice on your part. So fuck you again, you fucking fuck.

If that were the case, I’d suggest scheduling an appointment with your doctor to either discuss stronger medications or at least higher dosages.

If you have to tell people this, then it wasn’t funny.

FTR, I thought you were being an ass at first too, then read your original response and said, “oh, OK, misunderstanding.” Reading the rest, I believe I’ve swayed back to “ass.”

And I have no prejudice against you.

Could it be that you’re really, REALLY bad at comedy, lissener? If I went to a pet store and was treated to a “routine” like that I’d be off to another pet store pretty quickly.

As much as I adore my cats, I’m with lissener on this…I have never allowed a cat to be finicky on me. They get what I want them to eat, and I know that a couple of days without food isn’t going to kill them. Heck, the new cat is on her third day of hiding from us, not eating yet, and I’m not in the least bit worried. And when she comes out, she’ll eat what’s in the dish. So everybody just unruffle your feathers and calm down. Try petting a cat…very relaxing.

That’s very impressive! :smiley: Well, if it is her food, it’ll probably right itself in a few days anyway once her innards get used to what she’s eating. I tend to be pretty strict with my cats - they eat what I feed 'em (but I do occasionally sneak them a little bite of chicken or tuna if I ever make it plain, which is rare).

Either way, congratulations on your newest addition, and best of luck!

[brief hijack]I had to share this with somebody, but it wasn’t worth starting a new thread over, so, Guinastasia, you’ll have to forgive me for hijacking your thread. But one of my cats just sauntered over to me, and when I tried not to pet him, he stuck his tail in my coffee. Very, very weird. I don’t think the one has to do with the other, but it was pretty funny and seemed almost deliberate. He seemed almost indignant when he did it, and usually has a good grasp of where his tail is going. It was just funny as all hell, though. Okay, I’m done. Sorry 'bout that. I’m going to shuffle off and clean out my coffee cup.[/brief hijack]

lissener, what the fuck?

That’s news to me.

Jesus Christ, I appologized for the misunderstanding. Go shit in someone else’s thread.

Hmmm, litter-I forget what kind we use. It’s not the litter itself-because it works just fine with the others. I think it’s just because of the different foods and such. She’ll even out-the others did.

Dude, you have stated such very bluntly, here and elsewhere. Ignoring my post would’ve been a lot more honest than denying it.

FWIW, I can see how the post could be seen as jerkish. However, a winky (;)) smiley would have avoided all of this; making it instantly obvious the tone in which the post was intended. We’ve got them for a reason.

Sorry, I loathe the smileys, and use them only on the rarest occasion.

In this thread, you used them twice (1, 2) in reply to someone who I assume does not have “a long standing and totally exaggerated and unfair and inflexible prejudice” against you whereas in this thread, you posted without them in reply to someone who you says does. Why?

Seems a bit disingenuous to me.

Can we please get back to the cat shit?

It’s much more interesting. :stuck_out_tongue:

An excellent point, NCB.

Now, why in hell would anyone use scented litter? I tried it once, and all it produced was an ungodly sickening sweetened stink. Eau de coprolite does NOT appeal to me.

Coprolites!?!? Maybe if you cleaned out the litterbox before the Tootsie-Rolls fossilized, you wouldn’t have an odor problem! :smiley:

Heh. It’s the fresh ones, hot out of the oven, that stink up the joint. Once they’ve cooled and hardened they’re nowhere near as foul.

As the keeper of seven cats and seven litterboxes, I can fairly claim a certain degree of expertise in this field.

When I was a kid, and we lived for a while in the Piney Woods near Henderson, our cats were indoor/outdoor cats. (Yes, glue down, with built in padding) They apparantly supplemented their diet of what we fed them with creatures and things they got in the wilds of our acreage. They progressively became more and more outdoor critters.

My job it was to clean the box, hmmm? Stink it did. Stink enough to make one gag it did, yes.

Why I’m channelling Yoda I’ll never know. But their shit stank so much more than when we had them in the city as mostly indoor cats. And no, they weren’t sick. They could fell a cow if they wanted to, they were so strong.

They could fell a cow? :eek: All mine can do is jostle a gerbil!

They beat me at arm wrestling, too!

'Course, I was a little kid, but still!

Did you ever notice that chicken’s shit is fowl smelling?