Actually, most would, I’d bet. Cats on a ship were considered good luck, and a lot of sailors wouldn’t think of setting food on board unless there was a ship’s cat.
In fact, Dowie, the Lusitania’s cat deserted right before her fateful last voyage. Many of the crew considered it an ill omen.
Yeah, but the Lusitania wasn’t a pirate ship.
Cats are hell on pirate ships. They make the parrots nervous and scratch the hell out of wooden legs.
No. I’ve had cats.
I took in strays a few times and sometimes I stand in awe of how they can act without teaching from anyone, human or other. Some of my favorite pets were cats. That is not the point of my post.
The point of my post is that somehow people who own dogs seem more able to discriminate between what would be an interesting story and what would be a mouth full of shit. That’s all.
“My dog caught a fucking ball today”. I think he is Einstein re-incarnated. At least Newton.
Stop trying to make me look stupid and I will do likewise.
And a thanks to Michael although you may have jumped ship by now (reasonably so).
This is one of the more ridiculous bits of drivel I’ve ever had the displeasure of reading. Some folks around here spend a lot of time talking about something in their personal lives that’s important to them. Oh, the fucking horror. 'Cause, ya know, only fucking hosers talk about stuff that’s important to them.
If you don’t want to read about other people’s cats, DON’T OPEN THE GODDAM THREAD!! See, it’s just that easy, jackass.
Of course, we all know that’s not really the point of this thread. The point is that you don’t like cats, and don’t enjoy being around cats, and it offends you that other people take such great and obvious pleasure in their cats. Or maybe you just can’t stand people sharing a bright spot in their lives. Either way, it’s really pathetic.
As for symbiotic relationships, I have the exact same relationship with my kitties as I do with my dogs. I provide food, shelter, veterinary care, toys, and attention. They shed all over everything I own, produce a lot of shit for me to dispose of, and give me companionship, laughter, and joy. Oh, and Eponine lets me hold her while I fall asleep, my own warm, purring TeddyCat.
Nope. Not yet.
I’m naming my next cat Rooves.
Should I have you walk the plank?
(I wanna pirate smiley now. YARR!)
The point is: You don’t see dog owners (which I also have a gripe with) posting dumb stories about their dumb pets. All pets are lower in intelligence (except for me, I know) than their human counterparts.
If a human with a half a brain happens by here, I hope it’s the thinking half. There are enough web-sites devoted to cute little cat stories. How does that help fight ignorance?
I’m naming my next bowel movement “Peri”.
“Peri-oscope down”
Well, golly, all this time I thought we had entire fora devoted to threads that have nothing to do with fighting ignorance. You know, like this one we’re in right now.
Obviously, darlin’, you haven’t been paying attention. Quite a few of us talk about our doggies a lot.
Because well, dogs are BORING. They don’t really do half of the interesting stuff that cats do.
I already brought up the fact that they were doing a disservice to themselves. YOU pay attention.
All pets serve a purpose to their owners that the owners might not be willing to deal with. ALL. Cats stand out as lazy and their owners seem over-protective (to me).
Yes…good. We’re getting somewhere. Dogs ARE boring (in stories) and so are cats. Thank you for making my point for me.
I shamelessly read and laugh at almost every cat thread I come across here despite being the sort that usually hates such sacchariney sweet claptrap. Cats are just that cool.
By the way, Squink, I love your post. I’m almost tempted to co-opt it as a signature.
Do just that as a warning for the rest of us that we’re dealing with an unstable person.
Arr, I could use me a bath about now!
Yes, well nuclear weapons do “interesting” things but I wouldn’t want an H-Bomb for a pet.
Bzzzt!!
Wrong! Please try again.
Zen (my wolf-hybrid) is quite capable of gnawing the balls off of anyone stupid enough to break into my home. Piewacket (my cat) would merely cower in terror wishing that he had opposing thumbs to write out my safe’s combination, just so the nasty icky thief would go away and stop disturbing his precious nap.
There is a difference.