Thread: Cats are the best!, we have 10 of them. 3 dogs also.

Here is our cat sleeping on my wife's purse- which has cats on it! My daughter loves cats and wants another, we might get her one for Christmas.

I helped my friend get rid of his cat once. I was the driver. We drove out to the country and let it loose. I felt bad for the poor cat... I wouldn't ever do that to my cat. She would hunt me down and kill me in my sleep.

I would have left my buddy in the country and kept the cat..


Here's our big boy Hugo donning his hearing amplification device!
Can get HBO on that bad boy. hehe.

He's a 13 lb cross from a male siamese and a female himalayan. Great silver coat and an outdoor king on the street. Battle scarred but still a big baby inside.

Cats are the soul of my house. My avatar, Lil Mama, not only showed up on my doorstep 14 years ago, she came with a surprise litter of six kittens, two from three different fathers. Sadly I had to return her to the Universe two years ago (big tumor). Kept a boy and girl from the litter. Prince, a mixed black and white and 25 lbs of love, became a constipated cat. Kept him going for two years before easing him back to the Universe, same year as his Mama. They both reside in their little boxes on my table. I claim I have breakfast with them everyday. The girl, Minnie Mouth (spelling correct) is half Siamese, came out with the Siamese coloring/markings and the voice and is indeed a vocal reminder that cats rule the roost. I credit Lil Mama with saving my life. When I went through chemo a number of years ago and felt low and despondent at times she would leave her warm spot in the house and climb into my lap and stay there till she sensed me returning to a positive state.

One of my sons used to live next door. When they moved I inherited three outdoor male cats cause they didn't feel they would transition well. My son pays for their upkeep. So, I am Cat Daddy and Foster Feline Father. There is a fourth outdoor cat from next door that comes over an mooches at feeding time.

I did have a dog for sixteen years but my heart belongs to felines.

My boss agrees .....

As I read this thread, I have one asleep in my lap and one across the back of my chair. My cats are better behaved than most dogs I encounter on customer calls. They come when called, don't yap at all and one sits, lies down, and jumps to a pointed out destination on command. Working on shake and high five.

Raising four children in a home schooled environment, with a wife that grew up too poor for pets... We had quite the zoo. Cats were certainly part of the mix.
I have my name on the list for a Hemingway , should one become available.

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My dad got two of them years ago. One is still around living the life of luxury. Strange looking feet. There was a time that you could have just picked one up out behind the Benihana location in Key West among other places. A number of them had apparently signed a peace treaty with the local raccoon mafia as far as grabbing the yummy seafood scraps from the dumpster went. Plenty for everyone, I guess.

Originally Posted by DeObfuscate

Raising four children in a home schooled environment, with a wife that grew up too poor for pets... We had quite the zoo. Cats were certainly part of the mix.
I have my name on the list for a Hemingway , should one become available.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polydactyl_cat"]https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polydactyl_cat[/URL]

Originally Posted by JimmyHAD

My boss agrees .....

Sheesh Jimmy - that big grey is the spiriting image of my boy Seamus, the one and only - 18 lbs of muscle and attitude - huge cat, and had the biggest personality I've experienced with one of these majestic beasts.

Going to dig a picture up of him and will post it....

9:28pm edit:

Found a SOTD pic within a pic of Seamus, sitting on my 5 1/2 ' by 9 1/2' billiard table( for his size reference), he was a big boy, full of personality, striking resemblance...always wondered if there was a bit of Norwegian Forest Cat in him:

My shaving buddy is a gray haired Manx named Hans. He sits on the floor and watches every lap when I strop. Hans even sat on my lap and watched all of Lynn's youtube shaving videos.