I had a cat that would play a game with me. He would run very fast through the house....over the couch, over my husbands chair, across the coffee table, down the hall and into the bathroom; where he would jump into the bathtub and wait for me to come in so he could jump high in the air with his legs all extended to 'scare' me and then he would run away....
one day he started his round right after I had got out of the tub; I tried to cut him off but he dodged around me and dashed into the bathroom, JUMPED up into the air to get in the tub...looked down....saw that the tub was still full of water....it was JUST like a cartoon...he practically stopped in midair, turning completely around and landed hiney first and took off. (I tried not to laugh but it was hilarious) He wouldnt speak to me for days
He didn't do this again for a couple of weeks....then one day he did...running 90 miles an hour thru the house, got to the bathroom and remembered what had happened the last time, and tried to stop. Well the bathroom floor is a little slick and when he slammed on the brakes, he slid across the room and WHAM into the side of the tub. (well I TRIED not to laugh again but come on...)
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I think that there is a pet heaven too!!
Plus, some of us humans maybe come back as a pet, like as a cat??
Any thoughts about this??
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Thanks David!!
May I say that I find your comments very, very interesting!!
To quote one of your lines:
The energy within our brains (and in other animals) is intelligent and quite probably returns to the "Source" after death (Heaven).
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Ever did think ALSO about life before birth?? You might have been a cat? I might have been a cat?
What do you and/or others thinks about that too??
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May I reply: that there are two sides to every coin, (usually); I know what my cousin found out about this!
You want to know?
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You make me think of things I have not thought of in a long time, Artiste, some not so nice.
I had cats all my life. But I had no money and my parents wouldn't buy food for them; we would feed them table scraps. I would always give the cats the leftover meat...the dog would dig in the scraps looking for meat and look at me so pitifully and I felt so guilty...but he would eat the other stuff...the cats wouldn't. I remember as a little girl catching moths to feed the cats. I felt so bad (obviously not too bad or I would have not asked for them...) but if I got any money I would buy cat food instead of candy.
They learned to hunt for themselves...one day one of them had a ground squirrel baby. I took it from him and tried to raise it myself. I used milk from a can mixed with water and an eyedropper. I named him Tommy. He lived for a few weeks...then one day when I was feeding him he died. Maybe I drowned him because I didn't know what I was doing.
I remember holding him and thinking I couldn't save him. I couldn't save myself. I couldn't save anyone.
yes he did it quite a bit...liked to hide behind doors or around corners and jump at me when I came thru. Sometimes at night he would jump up and nip my arm if it was not under the covers!
He NEVER did that to my husband only me!
he never nipped hard, just play nipping but sometimes it was painful! LOL!
ROTF!!
Yup, there's not much that can get a cat angrier than bath-time. They're so cute when they're wet though... they look like little mad chrysanthemun flowers, with their fur all spikey.
Vivien likes to sit on the edge of the bath tub when I take a bath and once in a while this ends very badly... with her slipping in and freaking out and then running around the apartment all wet. It's like she's deliberately testing fate or playing a game with herself... pushing the water limits.
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when my Fred was a kitten he could walk all the way around the tub. Then he grew up..and that belly roll wouldn't fit anymore!
One day I was laying back in the tub floating and relaxing when the lights went out. I opened my eyes to see a wide expanse of white fur directly over my face. Time stood still as he realized he wasn't going to be able to make it around the tub and I realized he was losing his balance....in slow motion I flailed to get out of the way (cause the last thing you want is a panicked cat in ya face!) as he began a slow motion descent into the tub with me...
now you remember what it was like when you were bathing Oreo?? Imagine being naked in there with him while he was trying to have his escape.
I don't know which got out of that tub quicker...
Fred would go out on the porch (had no interest in descending to walk about in the grass that was for dogs and people) thought it a great idea to sit on the porch and watch the lower species going about their business
and I thought it was a wonderful idea too to let him take the air and all....until I realized he was EATING water bugs! I informed him that I would no longer be allowing him to kiss me anymore with his bug breath self! He was a tireless hunter...could hear a bug crawling three rooms away and would act just like a pointing dog. He would point them out and I would run and get the broom to sweep them out. He would stand by in case they gave me the slip.
My second cat was NOT a good hunter....he would occassionally catch something but insisted on bringing it into the house instead of eating it! He would bring it in and release it for ME to catch...One day I was on the phone with my mother when he came strutting thru the door. I heard a cicada hummin and started looking for it....it was IN HIS MOUTH! I started yelling "DON"T SPIT IT OUT!! DONT!!" threw down the phone and grabbed him and threw him back out the door....
One more story - when she was still very young, we had a table lamp that had this sort of bowl that wrapped around the base of the lamp. Lucy would carefully get up into it, and then melt from the warnth of the lamp into a perfect circle that filled the entire bowl, head twisted under, nose to tail tip, just a limp puddle of melted cat.
I remember holding him and thinking I couldn't save him. I couldn't save myself. I couldn't save anyone.
Haha. It's kind of funny now, but it sure wasn't funny the other day. I knew he would fight me, but I had no idea it would be so bad. He's a small cat too, especially for a male cat. How can such a small animal inflict so much damage in such a short period of time?
Okay Jess. Now tell us one of your cat stories! You have two cats. I'm quite certain you have some stories to tell us. :)
My kitty kat Pepper likes to curl up in in the bathroom sink. I imagine if I had such a lamp she would do the same thing as Lucy.
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A boyfriend I used to live with back in New York had a cat who loved to sit on the kitchen sink, especially when it was wet which I found strange. She forced us to always do the dishes right after eating, because if we left them on the sink she would break them. I tried to talk to him into changing all glasses for plastic ones but he didn't like it. She was a careless cat.
A boyfriend I used to live with back in New York had a cat who loved to sit on the kitchen sink, especially when it was wet which I found strange. She forced us to always do the dishes right after eating, because if we left them on the sink she would break them. I tried to talk to him into changing all glasses for plastic ones but he didn't like it. She was a careless cat.