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Tee hee...My Honey and Joe Kitty
From the time Joe was a kitten, the instant he met my Honey, he climbed
right up on Honey's chest, made himself comfy, and went to sleep. Now that we all live together, Joe spends his morning following Honey around like a big dog. So half the time we call him "The Labrador". He will bust through doors to get at my Honey. Which is why, the other half of the time, we call him "Battle Cat". When Honey gets home from work, if he sits on the couch, Joe immediately gets right up there with/on Honey and settles in, purring madly. Honey has never fed this cat, nor given him water, nor in anyway encouraged this cat to fall madly in love with him. But we all know how cats are. And we all know how "men who prefer dogs" are when faced with cats who claim them. So there you have Joe, on Honey's chest purring his life away, and Honey saying, "What have I ever done to deserve this cat?", calling Joe a PITA, and generally shaking his head each time Joe pulls a ... well, a Joe. (That is to say, sprawls on his back with his legs spread, or leaps into our spot the moment we get up for a glass of water, or tries to jump on something he can't actually hoist his bulk onto.) Heaven forbid Joe go do something on his own, however, if Honey is on the couch watching TV. It may take a half hour, but eventually Honey will look around, stunned, and demand, "WHERE'S MY LABRADOR!???". And Joe will saunter in from wherever and take up residence on whatever part of Honey looks the most comfortable for himself, and the least comfortable for Honey. And Honey will grumble about what a pain in the ass Joe is all the while giving him scritches and pets. TBird ---- it's our own purrsonal circus |
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"TBird" wrote in message ink.net... From the time Joe was a kitten, the instant he met my Honey, he climbed right up on Honey's chest, made himself comfy, and went to sleep. Now that we all live together, Joe spends his morning following Honey around like a big dog. So half the time we call him "The Labrador". He will bust through doors to get at my Honey. Which is why, the other half of the time, we call him "Battle Cat". When Honey gets home from work, if he sits on the couch, Joe immediately gets right up there with/on Honey and settles in, purring madly. Honey has never fed this cat, nor given him water, nor in anyway encouraged this cat to fall madly in love with him. But we all know how cats are. And we all know how "men who prefer dogs" are when faced with cats who claim them. So there you have Joe, on Honey's chest purring his life away, and Honey saying, "What have I ever done to deserve this cat?", calling Joe a PITA, and generally shaking his head each time Joe pulls a ... well, a Joe. (That is to say, sprawls on his back with his legs spread, or leaps into our spot the moment we get up for a glass of water, or tries to jump on something he can't actually hoist his bulk onto.) Heaven forbid Joe go do something on his own, however, if Honey is on the couch watching TV. It may take a half hour, but eventually Honey will look around, stunned, and demand, "WHERE'S MY LABRADOR!???". And Joe will saunter in from wherever and take up residence on whatever part of Honey looks the most comfortable for himself, and the least comfortable for Honey. And Honey will grumble about what a pain in the ass Joe is all the while giving him scritches and pets. TBird ---- it's our own purrsonal circus LOL!! SOunds like my dad. Karen |
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"Karen" wrote in message
... "TBird" wrote in message ink.net... From the time Joe was a kitten, the instant he met my Honey, he climbed right up on Honey's chest, made himself comfy, and went to sleep. Now that we all live together, Joe spends his morning following Honey around like a big dog. So half the time we call him "The Labrador". He will bust through doors to get at my Honey. Which is why, the other half of the time, we call him "Battle Cat". When Honey gets home from work, if he sits on the couch, Joe immediately gets right up there with/on Honey and settles in, purring madly. Honey has never fed this cat, nor given him water, nor in anyway encouraged this cat to fall madly in love with him. But we all know how cats are. And we all know how "men who prefer dogs" are when faced with cats who claim them. So there you have Joe, on Honey's chest purring his life away, and Honey saying, "What have I ever done to deserve this cat?", calling Joe a PITA, and generally shaking his head each time Joe pulls a ... well, a Joe. (That is to say, sprawls on his back with his legs spread, or leaps into our spot the moment we get up for a glass of water, or tries to jump on something he can't actually hoist his bulk onto.) Heaven forbid Joe go do something on his own, however, if Honey is on the couch watching TV. It may take a half hour, but eventually Honey will look around, stunned, and demand, "WHERE'S MY LABRADOR!???". And Joe will saunter in from wherever and take up residence on whatever part of Honey looks the most comfortable for himself, and the least comfortable for Honey. And Honey will grumble about what a pain in the ass Joe is all the while giving him scritches and pets. TBird ---- it's our own purrsonal circus LOL!! SOunds like my dad. I've known a couple of dog-men who got adopted by cats and became well-trained clatslaves. And then of course the most famous example is Rush Limbaugh, who never liked cats, who *only* ever had to do with dogs. Then he married and they got a pair of Abyssinians... It's hilarious to hear his occasional typical catslave babbling about his little darlings! How does that saying go ... "No-one is as fervent as a convert"... -- The One-and-only Holy Moses™ |
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"Duke of URL" wrote:
I've known a couple of dog-men who got adopted by cats and became well-trained clatslaves. And then of course the most famous example is Rush Limbaugh, who never liked cats, who *only* ever had to do with dogs. Then he married and they got a pair of Abyssinians... It's hilarious to hear his occasional typical catslave babbling about his little darlings! How does that saying go ... "No-one is as fervent as a convert"... He sounds like a wonderful person. |
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Takayuki wrote:
"Duke of URL" wrote: And then of course the most famous example is Rush Limbaugh, who never liked cats, who *only* ever had to do with dogs. Then he married and they got a pair of Abyssinians... It's hilarious to hear his occasional typical catslave babbling about his little darlings! He sounds like a wonderful person. Rush Limbaugh sounds like a wonderful person? Ewww, you can't mean that, Tak! Now TBird's Honey is another matter. He does sound like a nice person. You can add my dad to this list of former non-cat-people. All through my childhood my father was just barely tolerant of the cats that came and went in my house. My mom liked to take in strays, and all 3 of us kids adored them. He was helpless against 4 females looking all sad-eyed and saying, "Please daddy, can't we keep him/her/them??" The best time was when we took in a pregnant stray, got to see the kittens one day after they were born, and kept them until they were 4 weeks old. (Barbaric, I know, but this was the mid-1960s, and a lot of people, including vets, believed that kittens were old enough to be separated from their mother at 4 weeks!) Anyway, all the while, my dad would grumble and complain about all the cats underfoot, and occasionally he'd put his foot down and order this or that stray, or group of cats, to be taken to the shelter. We always had at least one officially-adopted-from-the-humane-society cat, who was allowed to stay. But now my father has his own cat and he's just nuts about him. This cat takes long walks with my father, which my dad, being somewhat new to cat behavior (even though he lived with them in our family, he tried to avoid them as much as possible), thinks is completely unique and that Baxter is an amazing cat. I don't have the heart to tell him that many other cats do this, although it's true it's not the norm. I met Baxter on my last visit last month, and he's very, very cute. Long, lanky brown tabby who likes to roll around in the dirt. I just find it very sweet that this long-time dog-person has gotten so attached to a cat. He calls Baxter "a dog in a cat suit." Also, there's a book called "My Cat Spit McGee", by Willie Morris, which is the autobiographical tale of a cat-hater (himself) who married a woman with cats and proceeded to form a deep bond with a cat. Good story! Joyce |
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But now my father has his own cat and he's just nuts about him. This cat
takes long walks with my father, which my dad, being somewhat new to cat behavior (even though he lived with them in our family, he tried to avoid them as much as possible), thinks is completely unique and that Baxter is an amazing cat. I don't have the heart to tell him that many other cats do this, although it's true it's not the norm. I met Baxter on my last visit last month, and he's very, very cute. Long, lanky brown tabby who likes to roll around in the dirt. I just find it very sweet that this long-time dog-person has gotten so attached to a cat. He calls Baxter "a dog in a cat suit." About the only good thing I can say about my ex-wife is that she introduced me to cats. Prior to meeting Vera, I was strictly a dog person. I didn't dislike cats, I just had never spent any time with them so didn't care for them either way. Once I started dating her, though, I quickly found out how wonderous kitties are. After getting home from work and taking care of the chores that needed to be done, I'd collapse onto a chair in the living room and her Himalayan female, Cassandra, would curl up on my lap and I'd start petting her. A couple hours later Vera would walk past and say "you're STILL petting that cat?" and sure enough, I'd still be petting. It just felt completely natural. Since that time I've never been without a cat, and can't imagine life without feline companionship. Dan |
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But now my father has his own cat and he's just nuts about him. This cat
takes long walks with my father, which my dad, being somewhat new to cat behavior (even though he lived with them in our family, he tried to avoid them as much as possible), thinks is completely unique and that Baxter is an amazing cat. I don't have the heart to tell him that many other cats do this, although it's true it's not the norm. I met Baxter on my last visit last month, and he's very, very cute. Long, lanky brown tabby who likes to roll around in the dirt. I just find it very sweet that this long-time dog-person has gotten so attached to a cat. He calls Baxter "a dog in a cat suit." About the only good thing I can say about my ex-wife is that she introduced me to cats. Prior to meeting Vera, I was strictly a dog person. I didn't dislike cats, I just had never spent any time with them so didn't care for them either way. Once I started dating her, though, I quickly found out how wonderous kitties are. After getting home from work and taking care of the chores that needed to be done, I'd collapse onto a chair in the living room and her Himalayan female, Cassandra, would curl up on my lap and I'd start petting her. A couple hours later Vera would walk past and say "you're STILL petting that cat?" and sure enough, I'd still be petting. It just felt completely natural. Since that time I've never been without a cat, and can't imagine life without feline companionship. Dan |
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