How to tick off your cat

Cats hate two things - being laughed at, and being dressed in
ridiculous costumes. Dogs don't care, as long as they receive
attention. If you have a cat, I warn you. Don't try this at home!

http://twitpic.com/11omr5

Bobcat wrote:
Cats hate two things - being laughed at, and being dressed in
ridiculous costumes. Dogs don't care, as long as they receive
attention. If you have a cat, I warn you. Don't try this at home!

http://twitpic.com/11omr5

That's so terrible, it's almost good. It's quite reminiscent of
"soft puppets" that some people make and dress themselves in.

I've occasionally thought that I'd like to dress up the kitties just a
smidgen on special occasions. Nothing major, like maybe just a tiara,
pendant, some rouge and perfume, but I don't think they'd understand.

"Takayuki" wrote in message
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Bobcat wrote:
Cats hate two things - being laughed at, and being dressed in
ridiculous costumes. Dogs don't care, as long as they receive
attention. If you have a cat, I warn you. Don't try this at home!

http://twitpic.com/11omr5

That's so terrible, it's almost good. It's quite reminiscent of
"soft puppets" that some people make and dress themselves in.

I've occasionally thought that I'd like to dress up the kitties just a
smidgen on special occasions. Nothing major, like maybe just a tiara,
pendant, some rouge and perfume, but I don't think they'd understand.


Mine have to dress up once a year - at Christmas for my traditional
Christmas card. I figure it's the only price they have to pay for living in
the lap of luxury for all the rest of the days of the year. ;

Hugs,

CatNipped

Takayuki wrote:
Bobcat wrote:
Cats hate two things - being laughed at, and being dressed in
ridiculous costumes. Dogs don't care, as long as they receive
attention. If you have a cat, I warn you. Don't try this at home!

http://twitpic.com/11omr5

That's so terrible, it's almost good. It's quite reminiscent of
"soft puppets" that some people make and dress themselves in.

I've occasionally thought that I'd like to dress up the kitties just a
smidgen on special occasions. Nothing major, like maybe just a tiara,
pendant, some rouge and perfume, but I don't think they'd understand.


First cat I had (I was about age thirteen) was decidedly neurotic, but
in later years I realized why. He was a little "woods kitty" who
wandered into summer camp one day, subsisted for the week on kitchen
leftovers like potato salad and Spanish rice, and traveled home with me
(despite my Mom's letter warning me "Don't you DARE bring that cat
home!"). He was so tiny, I used to carry him in my jeans pocket,
because I thought he was so cute with his little eyes peering up at me
from halfway down my hip. I also took him for rides in the basket of my
bicycle (tied in so he couldn't fall out). That wasn't so bad on the
residential streets, but the streetcars passing us on the main street
really freaked him out!

Although I had outgrown dolls, I still had them and their appurtenances.
Poor Peter suffered being stuffed into doll clothes, posed in a
doll's highchair, and wheeled through the neighborhood in a doll-buggy.
(I even gave him a weekly bath with the garden hose, until the weather
got too cold.) After living with many later generations of cats, I
realize just how badly I treated that poor cat, yet he evidently forgave
me. It's a wonder he wasn't more neurotic than he was! (And the fact he
was an unaltered male may have added to the problem.)

EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque) wrote:


Takayuki wrote:
Bobcat wrote:
Cats hate two things - being laughed at, and being dressed in
ridiculous costumes. Dogs don't care, as long as they receive
attention. If you have a cat, I warn you. Don't try this at home!

http://twitpic.com/11omr5

That's so terrible, it's almost good. It's quite reminiscent of
"soft puppets" that some people make and dress themselves in.

I've occasionally thought that I'd like to dress up the kitties just a
smidgen on special occasions. Nothing major, like maybe just a tiara,
pendant, some rouge and perfume, but I don't think they'd understand.


First cat I had (I was about age thirteen) was decidedly neurotic, but
in later years I realized why. He was a little "woods kitty" who
wandered into summer camp one day, subsisted for the week on kitchen
leftovers like potato salad and Spanish rice, and traveled home with me
(despite my Mom's letter warning me "Don't you DARE bring that cat
home!"). He was so tiny, I used to carry him in my jeans pocket,
because I thought he was so cute with his little eyes peering up at me
from halfway down my hip. I also took him for rides in the basket of my
bicycle (tied in so he couldn't fall out). That wasn't so bad on the
residential streets, but the streetcars passing us on the main street
really freaked him out!

Although I had outgrown dolls, I still had them and their appurtenances.
Poor Peter suffered being stuffed into doll clothes, posed in a doll's
highchair, and wheeled through the neighborhood in a doll-buggy. (I
even gave him a weekly bath with the garden hose, until the weather got
too cold.) After living with many later generations of cats, I realize
just how badly I treated that poor cat, yet he evidently forgave me.
It's a wonder he wasn't more neurotic than he was! (And the fact he was
an unaltered male may have added to the problem.)



Cats are patient souls. MLB

"EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)" wrote:
First cat I had (I was about age thirteen) was decidedly neurotic, but
in later years I realized why. He was a little "woods kitty" who
wandered into summer camp one day, subsisted for the week on kitchen
leftovers like potato salad and Spanish rice, and traveled home with me
(despite my Mom's letter warning me "Don't you DARE bring that cat
home!"). He was so tiny, I used to carry him in my jeans pocket,
because I thought he was so cute with his little eyes peering up at me
from halfway down my hip. I also took him for rides in the basket of my
bicycle (tied in so he couldn't fall out). That wasn't so bad on the
residential streets, but the streetcars passing us on the main street
really freaked him out!

Although I had outgrown dolls, I still had them and their appurtenances.
Poor Peter suffered being stuffed into doll clothes, posed in a
doll's highchair, and wheeled through the neighborhood in a doll-buggy.
(I even gave him a weekly bath with the garden hose, until the weather
got too cold.) After living with many later generations of cats, I
realize just how badly I treated that poor cat, yet he evidently forgave
me. It's a wonder he wasn't more neurotic than he was! (And the fact he
was an unaltered male may have added to the problem.)

He must have been very taken with that silly girl. It sounds like the
bond formed of love was able to overcome all the little
misunderstandings you had.

On Feb 6, 10:49*am, "EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)"
wrote:

Although I had outgrown dolls, I still had them and their appurtenances.
* *Poor Peter suffered being stuffed into doll clothes, posed in a
doll's highchair, and wheeled through the neighborhood in a doll-buggy.
* (I even gave him a weekly bath with the garden hose, until the weather
got too cold.) *After living with many later generations of cats, I
realize just how badly I treated that poor cat, yet he evidently forgave
me. *It's a wonder he wasn't more neurotic than he was! (And the fact he
was an unaltered male may have added to the problem.)

In Terry Pratchett;s "The Unadulterated Cat" he says this sort of
thing is common when cats and children get together- and that even
massive unneutered toms tolerate it or as he says "It must be
something like unicorns and virgins- the rest of us would need
stitches"

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Lesley wrote:

On Feb 6, 10:49?am, "EvelynVogtGamble(Divamanque)"

Poor Peter suffered being stuffed into doll clothes, posed in a
doll's highchair, and wheeled through the neighborhood in a
doll-buggy. (I even gave him a weekly bath with the garden hose

In Terry Pratchett;s "The Unadulterated Cat" he says this sort of
thing is common when cats and children get together- and that even
massive unneutered toms tolerate it or as he says "It must be
something like unicorns and virgins- the rest of us would need
stitches"

I think there must be two kinds of cats - the kind like poor Peter
above, who suffer the abuses from well-meant children that an adult
would be shredded to bits for doing, and the kind who see a child
approaching and hide immediately. A cat I used to have was the latter
type. Company came over one evening, and their toddler took one look
at kitty and let out a squeal of delight. In the next instant, the
kitty was gone and wasn't seen again until the company had left.

Another example of the former type would have to be TJ's Dusty. The
things he let TJ's daughter do were amazing, like covering him in
crumpled up gift wrapping paper. Then again, TJ herself got away with
a fair amount of "cat decoration", too, so maybe he was just the
long-suffering type. Also maybe that's why he always looked so crabby.

Joyce

--
If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all that we
wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people
calling other people to stammer that they loved them.
-- Christopher Morley

On Feb 7, 5:01*pm, wrote:
Lesley wrote:

Another example of the former type would have to be TJ's Dusty. The
things he let TJ's daughter do were amazing, like covering him in
crumpled up gift wrapping paper. Then again, TJ herself got away with
a fair amount of "cat decoration", too, so maybe he was just the
long-suffering type. Also maybe that's why he always looked so crabby.
Joyce

There are a lot of complacent, compliant cats like Dusty, as this
familiar website reminds us...

http://www.stuffonmycat.com/

wrote:

I think there must be two kinds of cats - the kind like poor Peter
above, who suffer the abuses from well-meant children that an adult
would be shredded to bits for doing, and the kind who see a child
approaching and hide immediately. A cat I used to have was the latter
type. Company came over one evening, and their toddler took one look
at kitty and let out a squeal of delight. In the next instant, the
kitty was gone and wasn't seen again until the company had left.

Another example of the former type would have to be TJ's Dusty. The
things he let TJ's daughter do were amazing, like covering him in
crumpled up gift wrapping paper. Then again, TJ herself got away with
a fair amount of "cat decoration", too, so maybe he was just the
long-suffering type. Also maybe that's why he always looked so crabby.

Joyce

Snoopy would cover both types, she avoids young children like the plague
but if they do get hold of her she tolerates things from them that she'd
slice and dice an adult for.

--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
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