Can cats be embarrassed?

"Joy" wrote in message
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Takayuki" wrote in message
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On Thu, 24 Jan 2013 03:42:26 -0000, "Christina Websell"
wrote:

Boyfie knows very well that the only place he is not allowed is my
bedroom.
He snuck in there today and nearly jumped out of skin when I found him in
there looking around.
He rushed back down the stairs.

Kitties are very contextual too. Buster likes being pet in some rooms,
but
not in others.

I do think that cats can feel somewhat guilty. Buster gets this coy look,
glancing over his shoulder, when he thinks that he might be doing
something
"bad". The girls, Dot and Spicey, are more likely to brazen out any
situation though.

Definitely about contextual kitties. Waffles loves to have me skritch his
ears if he comes on my lap, or if he comes to me when I'm in bed.
However, I have a scratch on my wrist to remind me that, no matter how
cute and pettable he looks, when he's lying on the couch, I am *not* to
try.

Joy

Kitty Farmcat was like that. She would sometimes even invite me to pet her
and then give me a good slash.
I was surprised to find that Boyfie is not like that, I thought all cats
were!
Even the cat of my childhood, Pooey Pruie, although I know he adored me, and
let me carry him into the house every day, would only allow me to stroke his
head. I thought it was normal.
My mother didn't want to keep him (he was a stray) but I pleaded so in the
end she said yes. He was an intact very old tomcat and he really stunk.
We kept him in overnight once and he pooed in my shoes. I had to plead
again and I convinced her he must have been poorly.
We did see the vet but he said Pruie was way too old to take an anaesthetic
to be neutered and he was probably into his late teens. To say he smelled
would be an understatement. He absolutely STUNK. But hey, he kind of
loved me and my mother did not want to upset me by saying "no cat like that
is coming into this house"
He was obviously an old feral. He often had abcesses through fighting and
I would bathe them with hot water until they burst. I was 11 at the time but
I have never forgotten him and what a bad life the boys can have if they
don't get the snip.
I remember my grandmother visiting and she said "that cat stinks enough to
blind you, get it out of the house."
So I put him outside until she'd gone home.
I have to admit she had a point. He did stink not just a slight tomcat
smell.
I thought he was the bees knees and my mother was kind enough to allow me to
keep him. He was a horrible grump though. Not surprising is it? He always
had some kind of wound from fighting.
After the shoe episode we did try again to keep him in overnight but he blew
that chance. He hooked the grill off from under the fridge and crawled into
the wallspace to poo there. That was his last chance. After that he had to
stay out overnight.
The house smelt for weeks.
Ah, but, if then was now. No-one neutered the boys then or spayed the
girls.
Tweed