Sod the kids...

[Katyusha]

so when is your cat going to start writing stories for lit...oh wait beastiality is not allowed...never ming

Exactly.

 

[Katyusha]

Rubbish. Cats are hilarious... so human


oh- and the one with the opposable thumbs - I bet he still expects you to open the cans for him...

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Yes she does...she still expects me to do EVERYTHING for her. But then I get a wonderfully exfoliating face-wash from her...

::cringing::

 

[Vermilion]

*My* cats lick my face all the time without my smearing tuna or anything else on my face. SO THERE!!

only if you put your face in their way... dogs can jump...

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[Katyusha]

You'd be amazed how wonderful a rescued pet can be. How caring and loving and loyal they are when they get a home where they get food and water and attention.

I've never actually fostered animals that way, but I have noticed that rescued animals can be extremely loyal and loving. I often think that's because they spent a part of their lives being starved for love and attention, so they spend the rest of their lives needing more than a pet who has spent its WHOLE life in a loving home.

I had one cat that had been abused when she was a kitten by some friends of my sister's. They told her one day that they had to get rid of the cat because she was too vicious, and so my sister begged my father to let us have her, and we soon found out just how vicious she could be.

But it was only ever when she felt threatened. She never, ever, EVER just attacked. She hid all the time, so when we'd try to pet her she was already cornered, and would bite or scratch (usually both). If I wanted to get her out of my bookcase at night I had to wear oven mitts or ski gloves, and she still managed to give me a scar through the gloves. And her tail...god help you if you tried to touch her tail. It had been broken about an inch and a half above the base, and was bent at a ninety-degree angle. From the x-rays and the length of her tail the vet could tell that it had happened when she was about five to seven months old.

We had SIX YEARS of that. She sort of came around, as in she would SOMETIMES let us touch her without biting. Then when I was nineteen and in my own apartment, I decided I couldn't deal with living without a cat anymore so I asked Dad if he would mind if I took her in. We both thought that she might do better if she lived alone instead of with other cats so she became mine.

And then she came out of her shell for the most part. She was always more skittish than most cats are and I never could get her to enjoy being on my lap, but she followed me around, was talkative, loved to be scratched and pet. She drove me NUTS sometimes because she'd paw at my elbow when I was at the computer, and if I didn't immediately reach down to pet her she'd start biting at me, trying to physically pull my arm down to her. I've NEVER had ANY other cat behave that way, never had any other cat have such a need for attention.

She died a little over a year ago at age 15. I was sad but I didn't grieve her loss the way I've grieved the loss of other pets because I worked so hard to make sure she knew she was loved that I don't wonder if there was anything I didn't do that I should have, or anything I did that I shouldn't have. I have had that problem when other pets of mine have died...I didn't know if they died happy. But I'm sure that she was a happy cat when she died.

 

[Katyusha]

only if you put your face in their way... dogs can jump...

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You think cats can't jump? Cats can JUMP.

 

[Vermilion]

You think cats can't jump? Cats can JUMP.

well duh, but they can;t lick as they jump!

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[starrkers]

Three of my five are rescues. We "stole" Pantene from a family of arseholes two doors down. She moved in with us of her own accord and we actively encouraged her to stay. They used to kick her around and were seen throwing her over the fence, when she was about 6 weeks old.
She's a cranky little tart. She bites when she feels threatened. She's improving and is the most loving and lovable girl as well.
Harry and Billy were dumped kittens that we found - they were hungry, thirsty and scared. They love us. Lots. Harry is a tough he man (with poofy fur - he's longhaired and gorgeous, much to his disgust!), but when he wants loving, he wants it NOW and at the exclusion of all other activity. Billy's just a love magnet, he'll follow me around, just to have the company.