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In article , "Jo Firey"
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"Victor Martinez" wrote in message
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Sherry wrote:
I think dogs also have been known to "go get help." Although I've
never
known
any instances personally. But just think about all those scrapes poor
beleaguered Lassie had to get Timmy out of. :-)

Speaking of, check out Bucky:
http://www.comics.com/comics/getfuzz...-20040810.html


There is a hysterical commercial showing on mid-Atlantic US television,
for a security system. Lassie and Timmy go off fishing, but a cougar
starts to stalk Timmy.

Lassie rises into a sort-of-kung-fu stance, and begins moving at the
cougar in the best Hong Kong martial arts movie style. The cougar gets
a priceless expression of WHAT IS THIS? and then runs away.

Whoever filmed it really did either create, or capture, the essence of a
shocked feline face.

"Marina" wrote in message
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I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he
doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me,
walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he
said
"meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would
follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage.
Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached. She wasn't
sick or stuck anywhere, I still don't know why she just sat there, but I
scooped her up. She started purring, and we walked back, Frank following
me
this time. That time, I didn't have any trouble getting them into the
car."

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

Frank is such a smart kitty.
We once had a box turtle (technically a tortoise) named Sherman. He slept
in a bathroom and would go across the family room to a back door to be let
out in the morning, where he dined on slugs and napped in the sun.
One morning, I did not see him and muttered to myself, "I wonder where that
turtle went." Suddenly our dog, Bonnie, jumped up from lying on the floor
and went directly to the couch and stuck her nose under it. Sure enough,
there was Sherman.
Another time, Sherman disappeared from the yard. I took Bonnie out of the
fence and asked her where he was. She led us down to a ravine, where
Sherman was plodding along.
Bonnie, incidentally, was terrified of cats until Jim brought home Mac, a
half-grown stray, who insisted that Jim was to be his slave. Mac was quite
the gentleman an also convinced Bonnie that cats were not so bad, after all.
Later, we had a little terrier/doxy mix, Heidi, who would alert me if the
phone was ringing and I was not within hearing range of the ring.
None of our cats has done anything heroic, yet, but we hope they never have
the opportunity (or necessity).
Annie

"Marina" wrote in message
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I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he
doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me,
walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he
said
"meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would
follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage.
Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached. She wasn't
sick or stuck anywhere, I still don't know why she just sat there, but I
scooped her up. She started purring, and we walked back, Frank following
me
this time. That time, I didn't have any trouble getting them into the
car."

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

Frank is such a smart kitty.
We once had a box turtle (technically a tortoise) named Sherman. He slept
in a bathroom and would go across the family room to a back door to be let
out in the morning, where he dined on slugs and napped in the sun.
One morning, I did not see him and muttered to myself, "I wonder where that
turtle went." Suddenly our dog, Bonnie, jumped up from lying on the floor
and went directly to the couch and stuck her nose under it. Sure enough,
there was Sherman.
Another time, Sherman disappeared from the yard. I took Bonnie out of the
fence and asked her where he was. She led us down to a ravine, where
Sherman was plodding along.
Bonnie, incidentally, was terrified of cats until Jim brought home Mac, a
half-grown stray, who insisted that Jim was to be his slave. Mac was quite
the gentleman an also convinced Bonnie that cats were not so bad, after all.
Later, we had a little terrier/doxy mix, Heidi, who would alert me if the
phone was ringing and I was not within hearing range of the ring.
None of our cats has done anything heroic, yet, but we hope they never have
the opportunity (or necessity).
Annie

"Marina" wrote in message
...
....
I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he
doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me,
walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he
said
"meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would
follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage.
Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached. She wasn't
sick or stuck anywhere, I still don't know why she just sat there, but I
scooped her up. She started purring, and we walked back, Frank following
me
this time. That time, I didn't have any trouble getting them into the
car."

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

Frank is such a smart kitty.
We once had a box turtle (technically a tortoise) named Sherman. He slept
in a bathroom and would go across the family room to a back door to be let
out in the morning, where he dined on slugs and napped in the sun.
One morning, I did not see him and muttered to myself, "I wonder where that
turtle went." Suddenly our dog, Bonnie, jumped up from lying on the floor
and went directly to the couch and stuck her nose under it. Sure enough,
there was Sherman.
Another time, Sherman disappeared from the yard. I took Bonnie out of the
fence and asked her where he was. She led us down to a ravine, where
Sherman was plodding along.
Bonnie, incidentally, was terrified of cats until Jim brought home Mac, a
half-grown stray, who insisted that Jim was to be his slave. Mac was quite
the gentleman an also convinced Bonnie that cats were not so bad, after all.
Later, we had a little terrier/doxy mix, Heidi, who would alert me if the
phone was ringing and I was not within hearing range of the ring.
None of our cats has done anything heroic, yet, but we hope they never have
the opportunity (or necessity).
Annie

I remember that when it happened, and and I never thought otherwise
than that the Gorilla knew exactly what she was doing, as you say animals
*do*
know when you're sick and also when you're sad, Mycats and dogs have always
been like yours, except the've never vomited grass on me,
I'm still giggling at that, Gross it may be but very funny, when you can see
it
in your mind's eye,that little giggle will be with me all night now, sorry
Yowie
but I hope Cary doesn't do it at the same time as Fluffy, Jean.






Yowie wrote in message
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Vaguely watching the Animal Planet, where it showed a Gorilla rescuing a 4
yo boy who fell into the gorilla pen at the zoo and became unconcious. An
adult female gently picked the boy up and took him to the door at the back
of the enclosure and waited until the ambulance staff could get to him.

The boffins ont he TV are trying to tell me that her behaviour was not
altruistic, and that she didn't pick up the boy because he was injured and
it was only *coincidence* that she took him to the door where the humans
came in and out. The upshot being that the boffins were doubting whether
gorrillas, or indeed, any animal had the ability to understand that
another
beign was in need of help, and in the case of this gorilla, was smart
enough
to know that the boy needed the assistance of "his kind" rather than her
gorilla kind.

This sort of crap makes me angry. If gorillas, considered close relatives
of
us humans, can't have feelings or understand when another being is
suffering
and needs help, and can't understand how to get what they believe is
needed,
what the heck has Shmoggleberry and Fluffy, a mere cat & dog been doing
all
these years. Indeed, what have all those stories about *your* pets mean?

Crikey, Shmogg and Fluff are intimately aware if any of us aren't feeling
the best. Both do what they think is best to help us get better. Shmogg
nuzzles up and purrs his little brains out, Fluffy vomits grass onto us
(gross, but in doggy terms, she's giving us medicine). Both Shmogg and
Fluff
know how to let their needs be known. Yes,t hey do it in different ways,
but
its stilll quite obvious what they want. And both display affection,
sadness, happiness, fear and even anger, If a "mere" cat or a "mere" dog
can
do all of these things, surely a gorilla *a creature that can learn sign
language* can see a creature in need and do what they think is best to
help
them.

Obviously those scientists who think that way have never had the pleasure
of
pets.

As Shmogg & Fluff would say "Hisspit and Grrrrr"

Yowie

I remember that when it happened, and and I never thought otherwise
than that the Gorilla knew exactly what she was doing, as you say animals
*do*
know when you're sick and also when you're sad, Mycats and dogs have always
been like yours, except the've never vomited grass on me,
I'm still giggling at that, Gross it may be but very funny, when you can see
it
in your mind's eye,that little giggle will be with me all night now, sorry
Yowie
but I hope Cary doesn't do it at the same time as Fluffy, Jean.






Yowie wrote in message
...
Vaguely watching the Animal Planet, where it showed a Gorilla rescuing a 4
yo boy who fell into the gorilla pen at the zoo and became unconcious. An
adult female gently picked the boy up and took him to the door at the back
of the enclosure and waited until the ambulance staff could get to him.

The boffins ont he TV are trying to tell me that her behaviour was not
altruistic, and that she didn't pick up the boy because he was injured and
it was only *coincidence* that she took him to the door where the humans
came in and out. The upshot being that the boffins were doubting whether
gorrillas, or indeed, any animal had the ability to understand that
another
beign was in need of help, and in the case of this gorilla, was smart
enough
to know that the boy needed the assistance of "his kind" rather than her
gorilla kind.

This sort of crap makes me angry. If gorillas, considered close relatives
of
us humans, can't have feelings or understand when another being is
suffering
and needs help, and can't understand how to get what they believe is
needed,
what the heck has Shmoggleberry and Fluffy, a mere cat & dog been doing
all
these years. Indeed, what have all those stories about *your* pets mean?

Crikey, Shmogg and Fluff are intimately aware if any of us aren't feeling
the best. Both do what they think is best to help us get better. Shmogg
nuzzles up and purrs his little brains out, Fluffy vomits grass onto us
(gross, but in doggy terms, she's giving us medicine). Both Shmogg and
Fluff
know how to let their needs be known. Yes,t hey do it in different ways,
but
its stilll quite obvious what they want. And both display affection,
sadness, happiness, fear and even anger, If a "mere" cat or a "mere" dog
can
do all of these things, surely a gorilla *a creature that can learn sign
language* can see a creature in need and do what they think is best to
help
them.

Obviously those scientists who think that way have never had the pleasure
of
pets.

As Shmogg & Fluff would say "Hisspit and Grrrrr"

Yowie

I remember that when it happened, and and I never thought otherwise
than that the Gorilla knew exactly what she was doing, as you say animals
*do*
know when you're sick and also when you're sad, Mycats and dogs have always
been like yours, except the've never vomited grass on me,
I'm still giggling at that, Gross it may be but very funny, when you can see
it
in your mind's eye,that little giggle will be with me all night now, sorry
Yowie
but I hope Cary doesn't do it at the same time as Fluffy, Jean.






Yowie wrote in message
...
Vaguely watching the Animal Planet, where it showed a Gorilla rescuing a 4
yo boy who fell into the gorilla pen at the zoo and became unconcious. An
adult female gently picked the boy up and took him to the door at the back
of the enclosure and waited until the ambulance staff could get to him.

The boffins ont he TV are trying to tell me that her behaviour was not
altruistic, and that she didn't pick up the boy because he was injured and
it was only *coincidence* that she took him to the door where the humans
came in and out. The upshot being that the boffins were doubting whether
gorrillas, or indeed, any animal had the ability to understand that
another
beign was in need of help, and in the case of this gorilla, was smart
enough
to know that the boy needed the assistance of "his kind" rather than her
gorilla kind.

This sort of crap makes me angry. If gorillas, considered close relatives
of
us humans, can't have feelings or understand when another being is
suffering
and needs help, and can't understand how to get what they believe is
needed,
what the heck has Shmoggleberry and Fluffy, a mere cat & dog been doing
all
these years. Indeed, what have all those stories about *your* pets mean?

Crikey, Shmogg and Fluff are intimately aware if any of us aren't feeling
the best. Both do what they think is best to help us get better. Shmogg
nuzzles up and purrs his little brains out, Fluffy vomits grass onto us
(gross, but in doggy terms, she's giving us medicine). Both Shmogg and
Fluff
know how to let their needs be known. Yes,t hey do it in different ways,
but
its stilll quite obvious what they want. And both display affection,
sadness, happiness, fear and even anger, If a "mere" cat or a "mere" dog
can
do all of these things, surely a gorilla *a creature that can learn sign
language* can see a creature in need and do what they think is best to
help
them.

Obviously those scientists who think that way have never had the pleasure
of
pets.

As Shmogg & Fluff would say "Hisspit and Grrrrr"

Yowie

Marina wrote:

And my Frank found Nikki for me one time when she got lost in a strange
place.

I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he
doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me,
walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he said
"meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would
follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage.
Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached.

What a good boy! I hope you gave him lots of praise for that.

Joyce

Marina wrote:

And my Frank found Nikki for me one time when she got lost in a strange
place.

I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he
doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me,
walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he said
"meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would
follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage.
Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached.

What a good boy! I hope you gave him lots of praise for that.

Joyce

Marina wrote:

And my Frank found Nikki for me one time when she got lost in a strange
place.

I said to him: "I wonder where Nikki is?" Frank said "Follow me." No he
doesn't speak English, but he walked a few steps, turned to look at me,
walked a few more steps, turned again. Now I started following him, he said
"meow" and walked faster, turning every now and again to make sure I would
follow.

We walked about half a mile along the road and came to another cottage.
Nikki was sitting on the porch yowling at me as I approached.

What a good boy! I hope you gave him lots of praise for that.

Joyce