Feline Follies
- Thread starter Alienesse
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That would be quite an image. My Casey... I remember how high she got on catnip!
Well, there aren't any mountain lions featured in this clip, but the other big cats seem to be leaning more toward "giant kittens at play".
Awwww! ^
Here's yet another pic of Junior, this time with his "not amused" face:
That is one satisfied looking cat.Gimli having just finished getting a drink from his favourite source.
I need to take a picture of that sometime....
This is Lara, my cat, the old lady.
This is Tulla, her daughter.
These are some cats I sometimes babysit Ginny in front and Ro in the background.
And then here's Ro.
This is Tulla, her daughter.
These are some cats I sometimes babysit Ginny in front and Ro in the background.
And then here's Ro.
^ Aw, I have a black and a tortie, too.
What's a tortie..? Haha
Tortoiseshell --refers to the coloring of the call, a mottled pattern of usually orange, brown, black,blue-gray,etc.
My Dad used to call cats like Tulla "peanut butter cats" because it looked like they had their head stuck in a peanut butter jar.
My Dad was an amazing man. He never finished high school, but could fix anything.
Once we had a little grey cat that was playing with another sitting in the seat of a wooden chair. He was sticking his paw up between slats to one side, by the frame if you will--and got it stuck.
It became frightened and started doing flips--and broke its forelimb.
My Dad didn't take it to the vet. Once, I had gotten my pinky caught in a door near the hinges, and required a splint. He saved that splint for years, and used that, two popsickle sticks and white medical tape to fashion a cast of sorts.
That little cat let him set that leg. I couldn't believe it at the time, but he did it.
The cat got full use of that limb.
The saddest thing was that, a year or two later, it got sick. Well my Dad couldn't do anything about that, so he took Tom to the vet. Before he could even the door open, a kid who looked "a bit slow" walked up to the window and spooked him. That cat clawed my Dad, jumped out of the car, and was never seen again.
My Dad was an amazing man. He never finished high school, but could fix anything.
Once we had a little grey cat that was playing with another sitting in the seat of a wooden chair. He was sticking his paw up between slats to one side, by the frame if you will--and got it stuck.
It became frightened and started doing flips--and broke its forelimb.
My Dad didn't take it to the vet. Once, I had gotten my pinky caught in a door near the hinges, and required a splint. He saved that splint for years, and used that, two popsickle sticks and white medical tape to fashion a cast of sorts.
That little cat let him set that leg. I couldn't believe it at the time, but he did it.
The cat got full use of that limb.
The saddest thing was that, a year or two later, it got sick. Well my Dad couldn't do anything about that, so he took Tom to the vet. Before he could even the door open, a kid who looked "a bit slow" walked up to the window and spooked him. That cat clawed my Dad, jumped out of the car, and was never seen again.
No camera, so no pix, but late Thursday night (around midnight) a friend came by for a few minutes and I had the door open. I went over to the friend's apartment in the complex (yes, I closed the door).
When I got back home, my cat was near the computer, looking at another cat in the room! It appeared to be a 2 or 3 month kitten, who was huddled against a stuffed toy that I sometimes sprinkle catnip on.
What surprised me was they were just staring, trying to figure each other out. My Cleo wasn't growling or bristling or anything. But to be safe, I put her in the bathroom and then carried the kitten out.
Cleo spent the next hour near that spot, probably checking the scent. She didn't seem to relax about it until a few hours later when she might have forgotten about it.
When I got back home, my cat was near the computer, looking at another cat in the room! It appeared to be a 2 or 3 month kitten, who was huddled against a stuffed toy that I sometimes sprinkle catnip on.
What surprised me was they were just staring, trying to figure each other out. My Cleo wasn't growling or bristling or anything. But to be safe, I put her in the bathroom and then carried the kitten out.
Cleo spent the next hour near that spot, probably checking the scent. She didn't seem to relax about it until a few hours later when she might have forgotten about it.
Junior, staring at me while I work.
