Spure wrote:
cats would kill you in your sleep if they could. but i love cats and dogs
Not true. Most cats love their owners but are too proud to admit it.
I can't find it in me to respect creatures like dogs that can't respect themselves. No creature that spends its existence in servility like a dog could possibly be worthy of respect. To be worthy of respect is to live for oneself, and no worthwhile companion could be undeserving of respect.
I don't like Persians or other cat breeds with long hair or degenerate psychology. I like Abyssinians and love Siamese cats. My cat growing up, Pebbles, was part tabby, part Abyssinian, and mostly Siamese. It was very verbal and intelligent.
It actually believed it was smarter than its owners. It would bash its head against the screen door to force it open so it could go outside, then drag the doormat into the gap to hold it open, apparently believing that this would prevent us from closing it. Interestingly, the cat was never actually witnessed doing this.
It would position itself in the bathroom nearest the carport and wail whenever it heard the family car pull up. When the door opened it would look disdainfully on the family then walk away.
We often had homemade chocolate chip waffles made on our waffle iron with hot chocolate for breakfast. For dinner we frequently had peas, mashed potatoes, and other cuisine that was not palatable to a cat. In fact it is known that cats do not find sweet food pleasurable, unlike dogs; they cannot even taste sweetness, although they do enjoy slightly spicy food like meatballs and scrambled eggs with pepper. If any leftovers remained on the table, the cat would be seen picking at the waffles and hot cocoa and peas, apparently wanting to taste human food. Frequently it would try to sit at one of the unused chairs on the far side of the table and meow, expecting to be served.
Unlike dogs, most cats do not enjoy television, and they probably do not perceive the projected image on television. The cat would sit at the television and stare at it whenever the family sat to watch it, simply to fit in.
The cat came from a household with many cats at a very young age. Upon being brought to our home, it spent several days searching under furniture for the other cats, meowing frantically. Once it got over separation anxiety, it started hunting birds in our backyard and bringing them back. It had a very confused look on its face when the family was disgusted rather than pleased.
We lived in a region with wild turkeys. The cat was terrified of the flocks of turkeys (it was a small cat, weighing about eight pounds, and wild turkeys are about five times that and travel in numbers) and would stare at them, goggly-eyed, as they pranced about.
Bathing a cat is an interesting experience. The cat resists being put in the tub, then goes almost catatonic once dunked, no longer resisting, or even making eye contact, apparently feeling its dignity offended. When dried off the cat walks away, then preens, apparently feeling rather vain, having been cleaned off.
At one point the cat needed minor surgery. It was the only cat at the pet hospital to receive visitors. It also needed eyedrops, and my father refused to pay the vet rate. Instead he simply wrote a prescription for the chemically identical human medication and sent it in to the supermarket. Back came the bottle: FARBER, PEBBLES (CAT)
Cats are big attention seekers. They frequently walk on keyboards, apparently jealous of the computer, or seeking to emulate the user. We typically remedied this by using newspapers to get the cat off: unfold the newspaper on the ground then stare at it intently, then pick up the newspaper and cat once it moved off the keyboard onto the newspaper.
