I hafta post the cute (cat related)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m now a cat grandparent, because my son just took the plunge and went to the Humane Society to adopt a cat, now that he lives in a pet-friendly apartment building. Of course, he came home with TWO cats, but that’s a different story.

I’m getting lots of updates and photos, so it’s fun.

Anyway, I present to you … My son the cat-dad and one of his children.

He’s not the sort to create an internet dating profile, but if he were, I would definitely tell him to use that photo. Any girl whose heart doesn’t melt at that adorable face is not worth dating. And my son doesn’t look half bad either.

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Two cats are better than one.

And, yay!

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That is an adorable photo and gave me a huge smile.

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Cute. Both.

I have daughters. You know?

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Hehehe, that little guy looks suspiciously like one of the kittens we saved from the feral pack we feed (he was crashing bad). He’s always got a surly look on his face, but he’s really super sweet. I decided to use him on one of my band’s t-shirt designs.

A few weeks before I decided I couldn’t watch that kitten die in front of me, this one was attacked by a possum on our patio. I scared the possum off, and brought her inside (the fact it’s blurry is probably good, she looked pretty rough for awhile),

I sent it to my brother with the message “I saved this from a possum yesterday”. He replied. “I’m glad your wife survived the possum attack. Cute kitten though.”

Thankfully, they’re both doing pretty great. even though they’ve been through a lot.

Man, I’d say that if you’ve got a kitten, it’s better to get two. Then they have something besides you to be interested in. Plus, they seem to learn that claws hurt more quickly when they have another kitten to play with.

But overall, I kind of think 5 cats may be the optimal number.

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That’s what the cats tell us anyway!

Cat One to my wife: “You? You’re an irritation, but I like your husband. Go away - he’s mine.”

Wife: “Oh, she just needs a companion, she’ll be happier!”

Cat One to my wife" “What? No, I said go away. Leave your husband, he can feed me and rub my tummy.”

Wife and I select a new cat of a breed strong enough to not be intimidated by the powerful cat Primus.

Cat Two - “I love people. I love cats, I love the other people, I love the other cat, but I REALLY LOVE MOMMY!”

Cat One - “No, get away, you, stop, you’re insane. Stop bothering me!”

Cat Two - “I’m done now. Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy (repeated yowls until the wife plays and pays attention to him, which will be repeated for the next several years whenever he feels lonely or we go to bed without him)”

Cat One - This… this actually works. Go, distract the hoooo-man female. Now. Immediately. Never bother me again, oh, and as I’m the first cat, tithe 50% of all your food to me."

Cat One - crawls back into my lap and demand both hands for at least 20-30 minutes every day, on her schedule, while Cat Secundus only can be bothered with me if his Mommy isn’t around.

Cats 2, Humans, 0.

@CairoCarol - and that’s a cute picture of a cat on a nice human stand. I too have many of these pictures!

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Heh, in cultures where arranged marriages happen, this could be the start of something.

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Reminds me of a couple of cats we used to live with. They got along great, but only because of their limited communication skills, because if either had ever actually understood the other, they’d both have been horribly offended.

Cat 1 was Spunky. Spunky had no bones in her back legs, but that scarcely slowed her down, and certainly didn’t stop her from being the Grand High Empress of All she Surveyed, and by far the dominant mammal in the house. The only thing she couldn’t do for herself was to scratch the back of her neck. Scratch her neck for her, and she’s love you.

Cat 2 was Baby. Baby had gotten herself pregnant too early, and wasn’t large enough at the time to survive carrying kittens to term, and so the vet reluctantly had to do a pregnant spay. But it apparently put her hormones into “I’m supposed to be a momma” mode. And so she came to the conclusion that Spunky, our smallest cat (though four years older than her) was her kitten.

And so Baby was continually grooming Spunky. And Spunky thought that this was perfectly right and proper, because she was the Empress, and deserved servants to attend to things like that. And Baby thought that it was perfectly right and proper, because Spunky was her kitten, and that’s what a momma cat does for her kittens.

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Two cats are almost always better than one. They can play with and entertain each other; the human doesn’t have be the only social resource. They can keep each other educated in How To Cat. And two cats entertaining each other are lots of fun to watch.

If I were 40 years younger – !

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I worry.

“I’m only dating you for your cat you know?”

Well, people have gotten together for far worse motivations.

And at least, one cannot say there is no love in the relationship. No one said you had to love your human partner!

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I admit, I bite my tongue fairly often these days, because somehow, over the past few years it seems that I have become quite the yenta-wannabe.

Not just for my son, although definitely for him. But for others as well.

It’s weird, like kind of a second menopause thing. Why do I want to matchmake all of the sudden?

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A Barbara Streisand thing? Hi, Dolly!