What significant contributions has your cat made to your life?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Such good catophiles here!

The Bibble came here as a tiny kitten, with a slit throat wound,filthy, hanging out in the garage. Have no idea where she came from, except that I was working for the APS so, prolly dropped off. Cleaned her up and brought her to the APS, didn’t think I could keep her, having four orphaned kittens to raise at the time. Was told due to her injuries, that she would most likely be euthanized. So, well, what’s one more?

Had her throat wounds stitched up, and she grew to be a sweet kitty with the biggest purr on her. Because of the throat wound, she has a weird crooked smile, and the stitching makes her eyes bulge out kinda odd. That purr, though, was loud and very devoted to letting ya know she was happy.

At three years old, whatever the hell happened with that throat wound came to fruition, and she got really sick with an infection. The great vet said she’d operate, but it was a 50% chance of making it. Go ahead, no holds barred for the Bibble. She did make it, :slight_smile: The vet sent what she’d got out of the throat infection to NCSU vet school, and they said it was a real mess, in the WTF? class of things. Hadn’t seen anything like that often.

The Bibble is one of the most unique cats I’ve known. She follows like a dog, is super enthusiastic about any yard activity, and “supervises” it, getting up close to anything you’re doing and watching intently. Because of the throat wound, she’s quiet, can’t meow much, but communicates with her paws. After the emergency surgery, her great purr is now like a bad fan belt, erratic and pained, but she still does when she comes up in my face at dawn to have a new good day, like clockwork.

She’s taught me that a life with many counts down is worth the effort of saving. I could have given her up for dead on two counts. Now, I open the door in the morning, and she bounds out, crooked grin, ready for a new day, all whupped up. I’m usually dragging out behind her, half awake. Good lesson.

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My cat keeps an close eye on the fish and makes sure he is not plotting nefarious deeds and hostile takeovers of the home.

She’s also very good at keeping me humble. Nothing like sitting there calling her name while she sits there licking herself, completely ignoring me as if I didn’t exist, to keep my self-importance in check.

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Shilla, our all-black boy cat, has helped improve my awareness of my surroundings by preferring to lay on black items - since my couch and half of my clothes qualify, he has plenty of places to hide in plain sight. In addition, he lets me know that he wants attention when I’m on the computer by hitting my chair with his tail.

Moody checks every ladder that gets put up to make sure that it is stable. She also likes to add some pleasant pink noise to the environment in the form of purring, which can be heard across the room when she is in full-on mode.

Amira makes sure that Bob’s ankles are properly dried after he takes his shower. She also makes sure that the other two cats get adequate exercise.

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We have two cats, an indoor cat, and an outside cat.

Rosie, our indoor cat has saved us money by replacing our need for certain stationary items. No paper shredder can do as good a job as her. And unlike normal paper shredders, where you have to work out which paper needs shredding, Rosie decides what paper she will shred herself. Saving us all some time. She also acts as a marvellous paperweight, sitting on whatever piece of paper I am reading when I am studying. And as soon as I close my laptop, she’ll sit on that too. To make sure no one steal it before I use it again. She also gives us all a time limit on the toilet, to make sure there is never a queue. She’ll sit on her back legs and swipe her front paws up and down on the door. And finally, she protects the family from the water container we use to fill the iron. Knocking it back onto the floor where it belongs, when ever she sees it. That water container must be particularly evil, as she doesn’t do it to any other object in the house.

Lucky, our outside cat, is a stray and was loving enough to adopt us as her new family. On the day she decided to move in (about 5 months ago), she went to all of us to ask for permission. Between 3 am and 4:30 am she went to my brother’s room, my parents’ room and my own to meow outside our windows to tell us all she had moved in. Then she went and did another round of the windows in case we missed the first time. Since then, she has taught the family a lot. She constantly shows us the perils of walking on only two legs by getting under our feet and showing us how easy it is to trip. She also continually shows us that that a balanced diet is essential by jumping into our compost bin when put our green waste scraps into it, and eating the potato peels. Finally, she helps out in the vegetable garden by eating all the grasshoppers she can find and by lying on the newly planted vegetables, giving them a bit of warmth in the winter.

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Cleo, the Ruler of All The Indoor Things, makes sure that my husband and I dress ourselves properly in the morning by jumping up on the bed and stomping on each article of clothing. Approval is shown by sitting on a garment, disapproval is shown by standing on it and yowling. She also taste-tests anything I’m eating to make sure it is human-edible, and protects us from The Evil Black Kitteh, Jack, who is the Ruler of All The Outdoor Things and Barn.

Both of them have made me feel very loved when the world has shit on me, and also taught me that life is too short to forget to play whenever you can.

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First, let’s define “your cat”. My daughter’s cat, Pickle, who lived with us for several months before she moved, would cuddle upto her (increasingly) swollen belly. When my grandson was born, Pickle was at first obnoxous, then angry. My daughter is breast feeding. She decided to feed my grandson, then expressed a little milk onto a saucer. Pickle lapped up the breast milk, then sniffed the baby, then decided, “hello, friend.” My daughter says Pickle has decided he’s my grandson’s new best friend.

Love, Phil

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Badger always bitches to me that it is raining and it is my fault. Without her carefuk thought I would never be able to tell that the wet stuff outside is rain.

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My four cats have apparently opened a portal into another dimension, enabling someone there to ship cat fur to me. If I can find this portal I will try to explain that my cats give all I need, and that there is no necessity for my floor to be carpeted half an inch thick every day with cat fur. I also get unwanted hairballs as well.

As to their individual talents, Niblet is good at ventilating my tee shirts with her claws, Winkler rehydrates my skin by drooling on it while I am lying in bed reading, Heidi keeps the couch from sailing off into space by sprawling on the back of it, each leg pointing in a different direction.

Bear, resident tomcat and the oldest of the bunch (by six weeks, but still…) Keeps the females in line with the occasional indulgent swat across the hind end if he thinks they are not showing him enough respect.

Lately he has been helping me stay humble by coming into the bathroom while I am sitting on the toilet, stopping to sniff the air and giving me that look that says, “Where is that horrible smell coming from? I think it’s time for you to change your own litter box, dude.”