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On 4/5/2017 6:32 PM, Joy wrote:
On 4/5/2017 3:17 PM, Bastette wrote: jmcquown wrote: That's cute! My father didn't like cats at all. He always felt there was something sneaky about them. No cats allowed! Mom & Dad's neighbor (now my neighbor) had two black cats, Fedders and Schwartzie. I used to cat sit them. When Dad was still alive he would see the cats walking around behind the house he'd say, sotto voce, "Those cats listen to everything we do." Need I mention Dad suffered from dementia? But even before that he never liked cats. He always thought they were sneaky. Wow, it's horrible when someone's dementia makes them paranoid. I've heard about people who became very delusional in that way, and their life was miserable. On the other hand, I've also heard of people who were really unhappy and nasty throughout their lives, but when they got dementia, their personality totally changed and they became calmer, warmer, and just plain nicer. Maybe their dementia destroyed the memories that made them miserable, so they didn't have those feelings anymore. That's a mercy! It was a mercy for their kids, too, who had terrible relationships with their parent until the change in personality. These were all parents of my friends, btw. That's how I know about them. Back to cats: I don't understand how someone can't like cats. They're so cute. They're pretty. They're soft! They purr! I said this once to a friend. We were talking about how some people have a phobia about cats. I didn't understand why. Being afraid of big, mean dogs I do understand, but housecats aren't very dangerous, except in rare cases. She said it wasn't a rational fear like that, it was more a sense of revulsion. She likened it to how a lot of people feel about bugs - a "don't let that thing get near me!" kind of feeling, even toward harmless bugs. There isn't any real danger, and you can't reason people out of it because it's an irrational phobia. I understand about those, even if it's hard to imagine feeling that way about cats. I've been a cat-lover since I was a year old! Joyce You can't reason someone out of a phobia, because phobias aren't reasonable. They just are. Joy You can't reason someone out of dementia, either. I have no idea why my dad thought the cats were spies. He told me the neighbor cats were spying on us. Oh dear. Really? They were just walking around out back. Jill |
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On Tue, 4 Apr 2017 18:54:25 -0400, jmcquown wrote:
My father didn't like cats at all. He always felt there was something sneaky about them. No cats allowed! My dad always claimed he hated cats. He told me that at one point he and my mother lived in the Bronx and in the summer it was so hot and muggy out you had to leave the windows open even at night, and "The blankety-blank alleycats would climb up the fire escape and come right in the window...two or three o'clock in the morning they'd wake me up walking around on the bed and I thought I was gonna have a heart attack." Despite that, the first time he came over to my house when I had Charlie (RB), my big Russian Blue, Dad and I were sitting on the couch and Charlie jumped up at the end Dad was at, intending to walk across dad's lap to me - but when he got onto Dad's lap, Dad started scratching him behind his ears. Charlie loved being scratched behind his ears more than anything else, so as soon as Dad started doing it he laid down on Dad's lap and squinted his eyes shut and began purring up a storm - the perfect picture of solid contentment. Eventually he fell asleep and Dad just sat there on the couch scratching the sleeping kitty behind the ears for half an hour or longer. This was 40+ years later, so maybe he mellowed out about cats as he got older, or maybe he simply discovered that a purring cat lying in your lap isn't relaxing only to the cat - but he sure made Charlie happy, and every time Dad came over after that Charlie would jump up on Dad's lap as soon as Dad sat down and the whole scene was repeated. John D. Kasupski Niagara Falls, NY |
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John Kasupski wrote:
My dad always claimed he hated cats... Despite that, the first time he came over to my house when I had Charlie (RB), my big Russian Blue, Dad and I were sitting on the couch and Charlie jumped up at the end Dad was at, intending to walk across dad's lap to me - but when he got onto Dad's lap, Dad started scratching him behind his ears. Charlie loved being scratched behind his ears more than anything else, so as soon as Dad started doing it he laid down on Dad's lap and squinted his eyes shut and began purring up a storm - the perfect picture of solid contentment. Eventually he fell asleep and Dad just sat there on the couch scratching the sleeping kitty behind the ears for half an hour or longer. This was 40+ years later, so maybe he mellowed out about cats as he got older, or maybe he simply discovered that a purring cat lying in your lap isn't relaxing only to the cat - but he sure made Charlie happy, and every time Dad came over after that Charlie would jump up on Dad's lap as soon as Dad sat down and the whole scene was repeated. That's adorable! It's funny to see someone who insists they don't like cats (or any animal) suddenly realizing that hey, they're not so bad. In my family, there were 4 females (mom, me, and my two sisters), and my dad. Mom and the 3 of us kids loved cats, and dad was the bad guy. He never said he hated cats, it's just that, given free reign, we would have continued to accumulate stray cats indefinitely. Dad used to say, "One or two cats, or one dog, one cat, that's fine, but I don't want a houseful of cats." So he would eventually put his foot down and the strays had to go. That was when I was growing up. Now, my dad, who lives alone in a house in Florida, is the Cat Man of his neighborhood. My sister got him a cat about 12 years ago, and he fell in love with him. (That cat is really great, I've met him a few times.) Then he got a second cat. Then he started feeding neighborhood cats who hung out in his yard. Word quickly spread through the feline community in the area, that free food was to be had at my dad's house, so more strays. Then there was this cat in the neighborhood who kept having kittens. She didn't belong to anyone, so nobody did anything about it until my dad decided to intervene, so he had her spayed. Last time I visited him, several years ago, I drove up to his house to find about 6 cats sitting in the yard. Joyce -- The sun rose slowly, like a fiery furball coughed up uneasily onto a sky-blue carpet by a giant unseen cat. -- Michael McGarel |
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On 4/5/2017 8:51 PM, Bastette wrote:
John Kasupski wrote: My dad always claimed he hated cats... Despite that, the first time he came over to my house when I had Charlie (RB), my big Russian Blue, Dad and I were sitting on the couch and Charlie jumped up at the end Dad was at, intending to walk across dad's lap to me - but when he got onto Dad's lap, Dad started scratching him behind his ears. Charlie loved being scratched behind his ears more than anything else, so as soon as Dad started doing it he laid down on Dad's lap and squinted his eyes shut and began purring up a storm - the perfect picture of solid contentment. Eventually he fell asleep and Dad just sat there on the couch scratching the sleeping kitty behind the ears for half an hour or longer. This was 40+ years later, so maybe he mellowed out about cats as he got older, or maybe he simply discovered that a purring cat lying in your lap isn't relaxing only to the cat - but he sure made Charlie happy, and every time Dad came over after that Charlie would jump up on Dad's lap as soon as Dad sat down and the whole scene was repeated. That's adorable! It's funny to see someone who insists they don't like cats (or any animal) suddenly realizing that hey, they're not so bad. In my family, there were 4 females (mom, me, and my two sisters), and my dad. Mom and the 3 of us kids loved cats, and dad was the bad guy. He never said he hated cats, it's just that, given free reign, we would have continued to accumulate stray cats indefinitely. Dad used to say, "One or two cats, or one dog, one cat, that's fine, but I don't want a houseful of cats." So he would eventually put his foot down and the strays had to go. That was when I was growing up. Now, my dad, who lives alone in a house in Florida, is the Cat Man of his neighborhood. My sister got him a cat about 12 years ago, and he fell in love with him. (That cat is really great, I've met him a few times.) Then he got a second cat. Then he started feeding neighborhood cats who hung out in his yard. Word quickly spread through the feline community in the area, that free food was to be had at my dad's house, so more strays. Then there was this cat in the neighborhood who kept having kittens. She didn't belong to anyone, so nobody did anything about it until my dad decided to intervene, so he had her spayed. Last time I visited him, several years ago, I drove up to his house to find about 6 cats sitting in the yard. Joyce Why does this remind me of an old song by Crosby Stills & Nash? "Our house was a very very fine house, with three cats in the yard..." That's a wonderful story, Joyce! My father probably never would have accepted cats. But he did have to (reluctantly) accept my little dog Sampson. He sort of growled at me when I moved back while getting divorced - "That dog better not poop on my lawn". Really? Where do you expect him to poop? Next thing I knew Dad was playing with the dog in the living room. Gee, weren't you the one who told me not to bring a dog into the house? I also found out, quite by accident, my mother was cooking scrambled eggs for my dog. I forgot my purse or something one morning when I left to go to work. Came back and discovered she was feeding scrambled eggs to Sampson. MOM! What the heck are you doing? She said, "He likes them." Of course he does. No wonder he wasn't eating his Alpo. LOL Cats... Mom did finally realize they're okay. Really, you don't have to love them or let them crawl all over you. Just accept them. I'm not sure my father would have. shrug Jill |
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On 4/5/2017 5:51 PM, Bastette wrote:
John Kasupski wrote: My dad always claimed he hated cats... Despite that, the first time he came over to my house when I had Charlie (RB), my big Russian Blue, Dad and I were sitting on the couch and Charlie jumped up at the end Dad was at, intending to walk across dad's lap to me - but when he got onto Dad's lap, Dad started scratching him behind his ears. Charlie loved being scratched behind his ears more than anything else, so as soon as Dad started doing it he laid down on Dad's lap and squinted his eyes shut and began purring up a storm - the perfect picture of solid contentment. Eventually he fell asleep and Dad just sat there on the couch scratching the sleeping kitty behind the ears for half an hour or longer. This was 40+ years later, so maybe he mellowed out about cats as he got older, or maybe he simply discovered that a purring cat lying in your lap isn't relaxing only to the cat - but he sure made Charlie happy, and every time Dad came over after that Charlie would jump up on Dad's lap as soon as Dad sat down and the whole scene was repeated. That's adorable! It's funny to see someone who insists they don't like cats (or any animal) suddenly realizing that hey, they're not so bad. In my family, there were 4 females (mom, me, and my two sisters), and my dad. Mom and the 3 of us kids loved cats, and dad was the bad guy. He never said he hated cats, it's just that, given free reign, we would have continued to accumulate stray cats indefinitely. Dad used to say, "One or two cats, or one dog, one cat, that's fine, but I don't want a houseful of cats." So he would eventually put his foot down and the strays had to go. That was when I was growing up. Now, my dad, who lives alone in a house in Florida, is the Cat Man of his neighborhood. My sister got him a cat about 12 years ago, and he fell in love with him. (That cat is really great, I've met him a few times.) Then he got a second cat. Then he started feeding neighborhood cats who hung out in his yard. Word quickly spread through the feline community in the area, that free food was to be had at my dad's house, so more strays. Then there was this cat in the neighborhood who kept having kittens. She didn't belong to anyone, so nobody did anything about it until my dad decided to intervene, so he had her spayed. Last time I visited him, several years ago, I drove up to his house to find about 6 cats sitting in the yard. Joyce I love both of these stories! Joy |
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"jmcquown" wrote in message news Buffy has a few nicknames. (1) Fluffy McBuffy-pants. She has very soft furry fluffy hindquarters. (2) Flippy Tail. She wags her tail. All the time. Sometimes she wags her tail in her sleep. She actually woke me up at 6AM by thwacking me in the face with her tail. I think it startled her as much as it did me. (3) Pretty orange stripey girl. self explanatory (4) Big fat belly cat. Also self explanatory. Jill Boyfie has several nicknames Chicken pie, pikelet and pikey (the latter is a bad name for gypsies, but it's just how the name evolved from my lovely little chicken pie) |
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Ganzi has accquired the nickname "Alice" where the black on her face comes down near her mouth on each side it tapers down to a point. From certain angles it looks like Alice Cooper's make up
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On 4/24/2017 7:17 PM, Lesley Madigan wrote:
Ganzi has accquired the nickname "Alice" where the black on her face comes down near her mouth on each side it tapers down to a point. From certain angles it looks like Alice Cooper's make up Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs That made me laugh. Good reason for a nickname for Ganzi Jill |
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On Mon, 24 Apr 2017 16:17:16 -0700 (PDT), Lesley Madigan
wrote: Ganzi has accquired the nickname "Alice" where the black on her face comes down near her mouth on each side it tapers down to a point. From certain angles it looks like Alice Cooper's make up Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs That's cute. I suppose we could have a cat nicknamed Kiss. None of my cats have nicknames though. Scooter is the closest, but that's his actual name. He's absolutely balanced between a "scaredy cat" and a "curiosity killed the cat". At any sudden noise or movement, he'll fly away from any possible danger, only to get curious and come right back to see what it was. So, he scoots around a lot. |
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