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Old January 14th 17, 04:30 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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In another thread, I promised (or threatened, depending on your point of view)
to tell the story of how my relatively new kitten Minnie changed my mind about
not really wanting a pet - so, here goes...

Why didn't I want another pet at the time? About fifteen years ago, I had a cat
named Goldie, a male orange tabby who was, to make a long story shorter, the
coolest cat I'd ever seen - and I've seen my share. Then one morning I left for
work and saw him lying dead on the shoulder of the road about fifty feet from
the driveway. He'd gotten outside during the night and been struck and killed by
a passing vehicle. It was obvious he'd been on the shoulder of the road and not
in the driving lane when he was hit, so whoever killed him deliberately swerved
off the road onto the shoulder to do so. I'd like to spend ten minutes alone in
a locked room with the driver of that vehicle.

I never wanted another pet after that because (a) I always felt no other pet
could ever replace him in my eyes - Goldie set the bar way too high in that
regard - and (b) I'm still deeply heartbroken even to this day when I think
about how I lost him. I moved here at the beginning of June and twice since then
I'd turned down offers of cats. But then a week or so before Halloween, I got a
call from someone who was about to move someplace that doesn't allow pets, and
either I took this kitten or she went to an animal shelter. Knowing what happens
to animals at shelters if they aren't adopted after a certain time, I agreed to
take her in - but only until I found someone else to take her permanently.

So, a few days later, the previous owner brought Minnie over, stayed for an hour
or so and told me what she could about the kitten's past history. I learned that
the kitten had been taken in from out on somebody's front porch - no telling if
she'd been a "stray" before that, or run away, or had been abandoned - but that
woman's five-year old son had subsequently been basically been caught red handed
trying to drown the kitty in the toilet, so the kitty had ended up with a second
new owner...the one who had just left her behind (perhaps not for the first
time) at the end of a three-hour bus trip on a chilly and rainy day in late
October, taking the cat carrier she'd transported the kitten in with her as she
departed out the back door, never to return again.

The kitten just sat there on my kitchen floor staring at the door briefly, then
looked up expectantly at me. I'm sure she understood that she had just been
dumped here and was now looking at her third human in four months, not to
mention the first of those who happened to be a man. To say that I felt sorry
for her at that moment would be a major understatement, so I scooped her up,
carried her into the dining room, sat down in my computer chair, and put her
down in front of me on the table. She promptly put her back end down and sat
there facing me with her front legs holding her up and I began petting her,
which she permitted with zero fuss, while I spoke to her quietly in an effort to
reassure her that everything would be alright.

After about five minutes us getting to know each other, her little motor fired
up, and I moved my face closer to hers and whispered, "Good girl," I said. "At
least now I know you CAN purr. That's a start." Whereupon she stood up on all
fours, leaned forward and stretched out her neck to close the remaining distance
between my face and hers, continued purring as loudly as a kitten possibly can,
and started gently licking my nose...and I decided then and there that although
I'll forever miss Goldie and still feel I'll probably never have another pet who
can ever even hold a candle to him, this adorable little creature standing here
in front of me had just at least earned the chance to take her best shot at it.

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

P.S. - I noted elsewhere in this newsgroup that I've only had Minnie since
Halloween and already I could write a book. I fear I've come close to doing
exactly that here. Sorry about the length of this post. And in case anyone has
made it all the way down here and is wondering - NO, Minnie will not be judged
in comparison to Goldie. She could poop gold nuggets three times a day for the
next fifteen years, thereby making me a billionaire, and measuring up to Goldie
would still be impossible. I will NEVER forget him! But Minnie already has, and
will continue to have, a special place in my heart that's her very own. - JDK

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Old January 14th 17, 06:39 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On Fri, 13 Jan 2017 22:30:14 -0500, John Kasupski
wrote:


In another thread, I promised (or threatened, depending on your point of view)
to tell the story of how my relatively new kitten Minnie changed my mind about
not really wanting a pet - so, here goes...
...
After about five minutes us getting to know each other, her little motor fired
up, and I moved my face closer to hers and whispered, "Good girl," I said. "At
least now I know you CAN purr. That's a start." Whereupon she stood up on all
fours, leaned forward and stretched out her neck to close the remaining distance
between my face and hers, continued purring as loudly as a kitten possibly can,
and started gently licking my nose...and I decided then and there that although
I'll forever miss Goldie and still feel I'll probably never have another pet who
can ever even hold a candle to him, this adorable little creature standing here
in front of me had just at least earned the chance to take her best shot at it.

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

P.S. - I noted elsewhere in this newsgroup that I've only had Minnie since
Halloween and already I could write a book. I fear I've come close to doing
exactly that here. Sorry about the length of this post. And in case anyone has
made it all the way down here and is wondering - NO, Minnie will not be judged
in comparison to Goldie. She could poop gold nuggets three times a day for the
next fifteen years, thereby making me a billionaire, and measuring up to Goldie
would still be impossible. I will NEVER forget him! But Minnie already has, and
will continue to have, a special place in my heart that's her very own. - JDK


I can see it. You can't compare them since they're all so different,
it really isn't fair to compare them.

I've had two cats, Nico and Espy, who were simply amazing. Very smart,
very personable, and very big pains since smart cats tend to get into
strange situations.

None of my current cats are that smart or personable. Baby is pretty
feral so it's an accomplishment when she comes to me for petting.
Nipsy is a whiner, and can be very annoying, but he's very cute when
he's sleeping. And Scooter is a joy, not as smart as Espy or Nico, but
he does so many funny things that he's fun to have around. They're all
special in their own way.

And Marlo, who's living at my mother's house, has greatly improved
mom's life. Mom adores her, calling me almost every day to tell me the
newest cute thing that Marlo has done. Since mom omly lives a half
mile away, I get to see Marlo almost every day and she is a somewhat
different cat than she was. I don't think she misses the other three
at all - maybe she was meant to be a single cat.

Mom never wanted a cat, but now that she has one, she adores Marlo.
Strange how that happens.
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Old January 14th 17, 07:46 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On 1/13/2017 7:30 PM, John Kasupski wrote:

In another thread, I promised (or threatened, depending on your point of view)
to tell the story of how my relatively new kitten Minnie changed my mind about
not really wanting a pet - so, here goes...

Why didn't I want another pet at the time? About fifteen years ago, I had a cat
named Goldie, a male orange tabby who was, to make a long story shorter, the
coolest cat I'd ever seen - and I've seen my share. Then one morning I left for
work and saw him lying dead on the shoulder of the road about fifty feet from
the driveway. He'd gotten outside during the night and been struck and killed by
a passing vehicle. It was obvious he'd been on the shoulder of the road and not
in the driving lane when he was hit, so whoever killed him deliberately swerved
off the road onto the shoulder to do so. I'd like to spend ten minutes alone in
a locked room with the driver of that vehicle.

I never wanted another pet after that because (a) I always felt no other pet
could ever replace him in my eyes - Goldie set the bar way too high in that
regard - and (b) I'm still deeply heartbroken even to this day when I think
about how I lost him. I moved here at the beginning of June and twice since then
I'd turned down offers of cats. But then a week or so before Halloween, I got a
call from someone who was about to move someplace that doesn't allow pets, and
either I took this kitten or she went to an animal shelter. Knowing what happens
to animals at shelters if they aren't adopted after a certain time, I agreed to
take her in - but only until I found someone else to take her permanently.

So, a few days later, the previous owner brought Minnie over, stayed for an hour
or so and told me what she could about the kitten's past history. I learned that
the kitten had been taken in from out on somebody's front porch - no telling if
she'd been a "stray" before that, or run away, or had been abandoned - but that
woman's five-year old son had subsequently been basically been caught red handed
trying to drown the kitty in the toilet, so the kitty had ended up with a second
new owner...the one who had just left her behind (perhaps not for the first
time) at the end of a three-hour bus trip on a chilly and rainy day in late
October, taking the cat carrier she'd transported the kitten in with her as she
departed out the back door, never to return again.

The kitten just sat there on my kitchen floor staring at the door briefly, then
looked up expectantly at me. I'm sure she understood that she had just been
dumped here and was now looking at her third human in four months, not to
mention the first of those who happened to be a man. To say that I felt sorry
for her at that moment would be a major understatement, so I scooped her up,
carried her into the dining room, sat down in my computer chair, and put her
down in front of me on the table. She promptly put her back end down and sat
there facing me with her front legs holding her up and I began petting her,
which she permitted with zero fuss, while I spoke to her quietly in an effort to
reassure her that everything would be alright.

After about five minutes us getting to know each other, her little motor fired
up, and I moved my face closer to hers and whispered, "Good girl," I said. "At
least now I know you CAN purr. That's a start." Whereupon she stood up on all
fours, leaned forward and stretched out her neck to close the remaining distance
between my face and hers, continued purring as loudly as a kitten possibly can,
and started gently licking my nose...and I decided then and there that although
I'll forever miss Goldie and still feel I'll probably never have another pet who
can ever even hold a candle to him, this adorable little creature standing here
in front of me had just at least earned the chance to take her best shot at it.

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

P.S. - I noted elsewhere in this newsgroup that I've only had Minnie since
Halloween and already I could write a book. I fear I've come close to doing
exactly that here. Sorry about the length of this post. And in case anyone has
made it all the way down here and is wondering - NO, Minnie will not be judged
in comparison to Goldie. She could poop gold nuggets three times a day for the
next fifteen years, thereby making me a billionaire, and measuring up to Goldie
would still be impossible. I will NEVER forget him! But Minnie already has, and
will continue to have, a special place in my heart that's her very own. - JDK


And that is as it should be. Thanks for sharing this story with us.
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Old January 14th 17, 08:30 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On Sat, 14 Jan 2017 00:39:16 -0500, dgk wrote:

I can see it. You can't compare them since they're all so different,
it really isn't fair to compare them.


True...but that's not it. You see...sigh

Well, since I started the thread, I suppose it's okay for me to hijack it and
talk about Goldie (RB).

I didn't pick him...he picked me. I was over at a friend's house helping him fix
his wife's car. We were standing there in his garage, and up walked this cat who
started rubbing up on me and purring up a storm and practically jumped right
into my arms when I bent down to scratch behind his ears. An hour later, he's
still at it. We finish fixing the car, I get in my truck to leave, he hops right
in with me and sets up shop on the passenger's seat. I ask my buddy whose cat
this is...he tells me it's a stray that's always around the neighborhood, and
that his daughter's been leaving food out on their porch for the cat, so it
keeps coming around...and "If you want it, take it with you." He wasn't a cat
lover, and he said he was getting tired of having to go buy cat food for his
daughter to feed to this cat, who she'd named Goldie.

I got out of my truck, went in the house, and found his daughter. I felt I had
to ask her first. She was only 14, and I was Godfather to her older brother.

She was okay with it. I took another look at the cat as I started the engine. He
made no attempt to bail out through the open window...instead he moved over,
laid down across my lap, and looked up at me as if to ask, "Well? Are we going
for a ride or not?"

We went for a ride. When I got home, my wife and kids were out in the yard. The
cat jumped out of the truck and went right over to them, giving each of them in
turn the same treatment he'd given me in my buddy's garage. The kids weren't
having any part of NOT letting him in the house after that, and my wife already
had fallen in love with him too.

Two o'clock in the morning, he hops onto the bed with a mouse. That was the
first. He caught one every day for the first five days. Then once he'd caught
all the mice, he went outside on day six and climbed up into a tree and came
down with a bird in his mouth. The house sat on a 16-acre lot and he'd follow us
all over the property like a dog would. There was a pond out back fed by an
underground stream. One real hot summer day we took the kids back to the pond
and let them go swimming. Goldie jumped in right in with them and acted like he
was having the time of his life.

We did have a dog. My wife inherited him when her grandfather passed away. He
was too big and mean to allow it to run loose with the kids around, so we built
a doghouse in the front yard and left him chained to a stake in the dirt next to
it when the kids were outside. Goldie knew down to the last inch exactly how far
the dog could reach on that chain because the grass was mostly gone in the dog's
area...and he'd sit just outside the dog's reach calmly grooming himself. He
never batted the dog in the snoot or did anything else to further antagonize the
dog. He just sat there showing absolutely no fear with the dog's mouth about two
inches away snarling and snapping his teeth the whole time. It was enough. That
dog couldn't have been any more enraged and humiliated if Goldie had sat there
waving an upraised middle finger in his face.

The cat also loved to go for a ride in the truck. Open any of the doors, and he
was in the truck in an instant. You didn't even see him anywhere nearby, but
he'd get himself in there so fast it seemed like he was already in there before
you got the door open.

Aside from mice and birds, he'd also eat whatever you ate. Beef, pork, chicken,
duck, venison, cold cuts, veggies...anything you offered him, he'd eat it...yet
you could pile food on your dinner plate, put it on the table, and walk out of
the room for five minutes, and come back to find it hadn't been touched. Not by
Goldie, anyway...the dog was another matter entirely.

The despicable person who deliberately swerved off the road and onto the
shoulder to hit and kill Goldie and thereby took him away from us...well, as far
as I'm concerned, there's no place in Hades hot enough for that person, and
that's all there is to it. He was the coolest, most affectionate, best-behaved
cat I've ever had the pleasure of being around, I will miss him forever, and I'd
never embarrass any other cat by comparing him or her to Goldie.

I've had two cats, Nico and Espy, who were simply amazing. Very smart,
very personable, and very big pains since smart cats tend to get into
strange situations.


Usually the smartest ones seem to figure out how to get themselves out of
trouble too if they get into it, but - as with all things - there sometimes are
exceptions. I had a cat who was smart enough to turn the kitchen faucet on by
himself so he could get a drink, but he often slid into the stainless steel sink
and couldn't get back out because his claws couldn't gain any traction. Luckily,
he was also smart enough not to go near the sink to begin with when he heard the
garbage disposal running.

None of my current cats are that smart or personable. Baby is pretty
feral so it's an accomplishment when she comes to me for petting.
Nipsy is a whiner, and can be very annoying, but he's very cute when
he's sleeping. And Scooter is a joy, not as smart as Espy or Nico, but
he does so many funny things that he's fun to have around. They're all
special in their own way.


Even if your cat is dumber than a stump, he or she is still your cat, which is
in itself enough to make them special. :-)

And Marlo, who's living at my mother's house, has greatly improved
mom's life. Mom adores her, calling me almost every day to tell me the
newest cute thing that Marlo has done. Since mom omly lives a half
mile away, I get to see Marlo almost every day and she is a somewhat
different cat than she was. I don't think she misses the other three
at all - maybe she was meant to be a single cat.


Before the world brought me Minnie, my landlady was trying to get me to take one
of her cats because he doesn't get along with her other pets and she thought he
might do better here as a single cat. Nwo that Minnie is her, she's a single
cat, and if hers came here too, he wouldn't be. I could still end up with him at
least temporarily just to see if he would get along with Minnie, in which case
she'd then have a feline companion for those times when her human companion
won't get off the doggone computer and pay attention to her. But neither kitty
has been altered yet so if we proceed with investigating the possibility, we'll
have to fix that first or we could end up with a houseful of newborn kittens.
Taking them all back to her house wouldn't be an option. There's already two
other cats, a dog, three horses, two mules, and more chickens than I could count
last time I was over there since they insisted on being mean and refused to stay
in one place long enough for me to take an accurate census.

Mom never wanted a cat, but now that she has one, she adores Marlo.
Strange how that happens.


Kind of like myself and Minnie. I didn't want another cat, but when I moved in
here the rest of the world suddenly entered into a sinister conspiracy to make
me have a cat. The rest of the world finally won after a five-month battle, and
it took mere minutes alone in the house with me for the kitty to change my mind.
I've come to believe that we humans are either wired to be cat lovers or we're
not, and that any cat who really wants to will earn the love and affection of us
cat-lovers whether we like it or not.

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

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Old January 14th 17, 10:38 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On Fri, 13 Jan 2017 22:46:18 -0800, Joy wrote:

P.S. - I noted elsewhere in this newsgroup that I've only had Minnie since
Halloween and already I could write a book. I fear I've come close to doing
exactly that here. Sorry about the length of this post. And in case anyone has
made it all the way down here and is wondering - NO, Minnie will not be judged
in comparison to Goldie. She could poop gold nuggets three times a day for the
next fifteen years, thereby making me a billionaire, and measuring up to Goldie
would still be impossible. I will NEVER forget him! But Minnie already has, and
will continue to have, a special place in my heart that's her very own. - JDK


And that is as it should be. Thanks for sharing this story with us.


That is as it MUST be, Joy! Otherwise, it wouldn't be any less unfair to her if
I simply took her out back and drowned her in the creek. Remember, this kitten
was taken in off of someone's porch into an environment that was far less than
favorable because there was a five-year old around who probably never left her
alone for a minute. And after she was rescued from there, she spent a lot of
time alone in an apartment, listening to people who lived in other apartments in
the building coming and going and never really knowing for sure whether she was
hearing her new owner finally coming home, or someone else...and possibly even
someone else coming to drag her back to where that five-year old almost drowned
her in the toilet the last time she was there (shudder).

So thanks to all that, she has behavioral issues. She still lives part of her
life in terror because of how she lived before she got here. I had her for six
weeks before she finally realized I wasn't going to mess with her when she was
eating and quit going into deer-in-the-headlights mode every time I happened to
walk by her when she had her face down in her food dish. It's a slow process
after a kitten reaches a certain age and still hasn't been socialized properly,
but I'm making noticeable progress, and the more I earn her trust, the more I'm
encouraged by the changes in her behavior. No, she'll never be perfect, but I'll
never be perfect either, so I'm not going to expect her to be!

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

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Old January 16th 17, 06:14 PM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On 1/13/2017 10:30 PM, John Kasupski wrote:
P.S. - I noted elsewhere in this newsgroup that I've only had Minnie since
Halloween and already I could write a book. I fear I've come close to doing
exactly that here. Sorry about the length of this post. And in case anyone has
made it all the way down here and is wondering - NO, Minnie will not be judged
in comparison to Goldie. She could poop gold nuggets three times a day for the
next fifteen years, thereby making me a billionaire, and measuring up to Goldie
would still be impossible. I will NEVER forget him! But Minnie already has, and
will continue to have, a special place in my heart that's her very own. - JDK


I didn't want another cat after Persia (RB 2014), either. She was my
first cat and, as I've already noted, she was quite clever. That trick
with the can of Fancy Feast (FF) in the pantry was even more impressive
because the FF was sitting next to an identical size can of chopped
green chili peppers. Apparently cats can smell through the can.

As far as cats getting themselves into and out of situations, where I
lived when Persia demanded entry was a ground level apartment (actually,
they were all that way). There was a washer & dryer in the hallway
hidden behind two metal sliding bi-fold doors. Persia managed to open
one of the doors, jump on on the dryer and then down into the small
space between the dryer and the wall. Ooops! She couldn't jump back
up! Not enough room to leap, no way to get a grip on the side of the
dryer. If I hadn't been home and heard her meowing who knows how long
she'd have been there? I moved the dryer, picked her up. She proceeded
to give me a "I meant to do that" look and pranced off. LOL

I wound up having to put rubber bands on the knobs on the bi-fold doors
so she couldn't open them again. Not for lack of trying! I'm not sure
what the heck was so interesting about the laundry room.

I digress. Persia was my first cat. She was likely 2-3 years old when
she came to live with me (the vet's best guess). She was about 16 when
she died.

I didn't want another cat. But in June, 2015 someone where I live now
died. She had (turned out) 3 cats. One was my cat Buffy, an orange
tabby. Another was a Tonkinese boy named Frankie. I learned there had
been a third cat, Suz-Q but she had already been adopted. Anyway, turns
out my now cat Buffy was regularly beaten up and bullied by Frankie.
The person who was adopting out the cats had to lock Frankie in the
sunroom so I could meet Buffy. She was hiding on a chair under a glass
dining room table. Guess she didn't know we could see her. LOL

Buffy was very shy... when I went to get her we had to entice her into
the soft carrier I'd brought with me with a bit of wet food in a bowl.
She didn't put up a fuss in the carrier, either. I brought her home and
let her out in the bedroom. (That's where the food/water is and the
litterbox is in the master bathroom. Here's your new home!)

Long story short, Buffy hid under the bed for a while but soon ventured
out. I looked under the bed, couldn't find her. I finally did find her
on a chair under the dining room table. It has a tablecloth over it.
So, she was on the chair, it's like being invisible. G I spoke to her
softly, tapped my fingers on the floor. "It's okay, Buffy." She jumped
down and came to me.

She finally figured out there isn't a 'Frankie' going to beat her up.
It didn't take her long to become a regular love-bug. She does
occasionally jump at loud noises.

Jill
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Old January 17th 17, 12:41 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On Mon, 16 Jan 2017 12:14:36 -0500, jmcquown wrote:

Apparently cats can smell through the can.


This.

The morning of Christmas Eve, I couldn't decide on a vegetable to make with
dinner later - so I ended up letting Minnie choose. I took out a can of corn, a
can of carrots, and a can of green beans and lined them up in the middle of the
kitchen floor about ten inches apart, then I went and sat at the kitchen table,

Minnie emerged from her favorite kitchen hiding place - a cardbox box she
adopted after I brought groceries home in it, but that's another story - and
looked up at me for a few seconds as if to ask, "Okay, human - what are you
trying to pull now?" She then went over and sniffed each can it briefly, went
around to the other side and sniffed them again in the reverse order, but I
noticed that she did pause to peer over at me for a few seconds as she was
re-sniffing the can of corn. "Hmmm...was that it?" I thought, as she went and
laid down on the throw rug in front of the kitchen sink and sat there waiting to
see what I was up to with all this.

After a few minutes of silence, I said to her, "So, Minnie...pick one of those
out, will you?" Somewhat to my surprise, she immediately got up and stepped
straight up to the can of corn and sniffed it again while looking at me as if to
say, "I already did, silly human - how did you manage to miss it?" Then she
walked away and into the dining room to indicate that her verdict was final and
there would be no possiblity of appeal.

"Alright," I called after her..."I got it that time. Corn it is!"

The thing is, it has turned out that so far, corn seems to be the only vegetable
Minnie will eat. It doesn't seem to matter to her if it's kernel or cream corn,
but she consistently declines all the other ones I typically buy such as
carrots, green beans, peas, potato...and so it did occur to me to wonder if she
could indeed somehow smell the contents right through the cans.

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

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Old January 17th 17, 02:39 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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Apparently cats can smell through the can.

We used to keep tinned catfood in an open drawer. That drawer soon
became Marblecake's favourite sleeping spot. The food must often
have been warm when we opened it.

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Old January 17th 17, 06:50 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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On Tue, 17 Jan 2017 01:39:30 +0000, Jack Campin wrote:

Apparently cats can smell through the can.


We used to keep tinned catfood in an open drawer. That drawer soon
became Marblecake's favourite sleeping spot. The food must often
have been warm when we opened it.


I seem to recall reading somewhere that cats like their food best when it's at
their own body temperatures...so our cats would probably tell us it was very
thoughtful and considerate of Marblecake to warm it up for you before you served
it, thereby saving you the time and effort, and they'd probably also suggest
that you remember to say "Thank you!"

John D. Kasupski
Niagara Falls, NY

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Old January 18th 17, 12:39 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
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John Kasupski wrote:

The thing is, it has turned out that so far, corn seems to be the only
vegetable Minnie will eat. It doesn't seem to matter to her if it's
kernel or cream corn,


With creamed corn, or any other processed food that has more than just the
vegetable in it, it's a good idea to read the ingredients list to make sure
there's no onion. Onion is bad for cats and can cause serious health problems,
maybe even death. The same is true for garlic, although that's less likely
to be found in creamed corn.

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