I’ve never figured why so many men feel their masculinity is threatended if they show affection to a cat. I suppose one is really a cat person if you don’t freak when kitty wants a few licks of your ice cream.
You don’t invite certain people to the house because there seems to be some sort of antipathy between them and Rascal.
You recognize specific thuds on the front screen door (or what’s left of it) as cat A, B, or C wanting to gain entrance.
You have to fold the blanket on the couch exactly four times before you leave the house no matter how late you are because that’s the way Spam likes it.
You haven’t taken a bath in the antique clawfoot tub you fell in love with at the auction and had specially installed in your house because Honey likes to lie in it in the evening and you don’t want to disturb her. (Also because she has hidden the last three drain stoppers you bought and you have no idea where they are.)
When Livestock takes off into that strange diminsion that only cats can see and runs around the house at 87 miles an hour, levitating about three feet from the floor, stopping only to knock every family heirloom in the house on to the floor, you grab your husband not the cat.
It’s very rude of the cat to just start licking your bowl of ice cream. So I always get another spoon for him…
…you throw plastic milk rings and empty toilet paper rolls on the floor instead of the garbage because the cats like to play with them.
…you notice the cat is lonely during the day, so you get her a cat of her own.
…all the cupboards have child latches, but you have no children.
…you have ever rearranged the living room to allow the cats room to play.
…you keep that old ugly chair that clashes with everything else because it is the cat’s favorite spot to sleep.
Yes, I missed that thread. I only scan the boards every now and again, so I miss a lot.
I’m sorry to hear of all the troubles you have had lately with your cats. I know how it feels to lose a beloved pet. My Domino and Sunshine have been gone for close to two years, but I still choke up when I think about them or see cats that look like them. I keep their photos on my computer desk and I have their ashes in urns.
Ardy is in good company in kitty heaven.
Never fear gentlemen. Zumba has arrived. 
It isn’t too obvious that Zumba is the name of my cat is it?
I realized I was a cat freak was when I noticed I was going to the food bowl four times a day and pretending to add more dry cat chow because she only likes to eat when I put more food in her bowl.
Also, I stayed up all night crying the first time my baby went outside and got stuck in a tree. (She came down the next afternoon.)
BTW, in my first post, I neglected to add that I am indeed a cat person. My two, Opie and Mr. Felix, give me something to laugh at every day.
Pictures of the boys can be seen here.
Athena, hope everything goes well for you.
Okay, you’re all a bunch of wackos. I love my cats, but I’m not sure I’ve ever done any of the things you guys listed (except the plastic milk bottle rings thing. I could spend $500 on cat toys and not find something that my cat finds half as entertaining as a ball of aluminum foil.)
Anyway, for all of you who slave over Precious’ litter box, here’s a tip. If you REALLY love your cat, go out and get yourself a copy of the book ‘How to Toilet Train Your Cat.’ It sounds preposterous, but it’s the best thing you will ever do, for yourself and your feline friend. It works for any cat: big, small, young, old, brilliant or not-so-brilliant, and the last bit I know for sure, as Doobie’s about as smart as a turnip (cute as can be, though). Imagine, no smell, no stepping on litter bits in you bare feet (yecch!). It’s wonderful. Trust me on this.
Perhaps one of the best “cat” books I have run across as a cat person and as a book person is “All My Patients are Under the Bed” by Dr. Louis J. Camuti.
It is the reflections of a veterinarian who specialized in cats in New York and even made house calls. It is delightful. Camuti is referred to in a couple of places in the book as “The Albert Schweitzer of the cat world.” It seems to fit him well.
The book could well be out of print. However, I have found it in a number of used bookstores. My wife and I keep giving it as a gift to cat people friends, and we have yet to hear anything but thank yous about it.
Athena, all our best.
I wake up in the morning with a stiff neck because my Kobii has decided that she owns the top half of my pillow, which is one of those ones with a depression for your head. Needless to say, the inventors of the pillow did NOT mean for me to sleep on the bottom HIGH part.
I got her her own pillow. She does not want her own pillow. My pillow is the one she wants, and she wants it with me on the bottom half. So, I wake up early enough to do neck rolls and loosen up the kinks.
I decline a second date with any man who expresses dislike for my cat, cats when I had three.
Why do so many men think it is FUNNY/masculine/impressive to hate cats? Don’t know, but they will do it without my support.
BTW, I LOVED Dr. Camuti’s book. If you can find it, buy it. You will love it too!~
Scotti
I am going to state my theory on why some people don’t like cats: These people are not secure in themselves. This insecurity manifests itself into a hatred of others who are secure. And ya gotta admit cats are one of the most secure animals there are, or at least they are when they are in a loving home.
Now for a few more
If you have ever apologized to a cat for stepping on a tail with hugs and kisses.
If you have ever bought expensive cavier for a cat to try to tempt their appetite when they are ill.
If you have ever said words to the effect, “what do you mean you don’t like cats, are you crazy. What an idiot.”
Cats like you.
Vestal any man who loves cats ain’t all bad.
To all of the other posters of this thread, I love ya guys.
This thread alone should be the ONLY reason my mother should cave in and get a computer, but she won’t…and she is the queen of cat lovers. I love them, too, but she’s sort of held in goddess-like stature by them. They DO understand her. And they DO talk back. She even had one that said something that sounded so much like “Mama” it scared people when they heard it.
I, too, am a cat lover, although I don’t own one at present. When our last cat died, I simply didn’t have the will to get another. Dorian was the laziest cat in history. He was found, curled up in a circle, dead, in the middle of the road. I truthfully believe he was SLEEPING in the street when it happened, because that’s all that baby ever did. No, I didn’t allow him to go outside…ever…but he found a way out from our attic, a place to this day we never found, and got out anyway. Our family, especially my 2nd oldest son, went out of our minds with grief, and I said “No more”.
But now, a couple of years has passed, and I have always had cats. We have 2 dogs…that I resent for NOT being cats. Yes, I love them, but (sigh) they’re not cats. And I desperately miss having a kitty. My 2nd oldest son’s birthday is in March, and he specially requested another kitty. So, we shall soon be the parents of another cat…and I personally am more excited than I was when I was pregnant with any of my kids!
And yes, we too, use a special voice for our kitties…my sister and I “invented” it back years ago, and we even use it when we are just talking about cats!