I'm sorry but I just don't get why people like cats. Dogs yes. But cats? Dogs truly want to please you and make great pets. But cats? In my less than humble opinion cats serve no purpose. They only care about themselves. They dig up your furniture and leave fur all over the place and don't even get me started on those smelly litter boxes. If you have a rodent problem on a farm yes, but if you don't have a farm or a large property with rodents can anyone make a legitimate argument on the reason to have cats?
Poll: Are you a cat person?
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wilkoi
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I like all cats that I don't know better than most people I do know.
Cats are standoffish critters. They don't love you; they tolerate your stupidity. They approach every situation with the utmost confidence because they are the supreme species on the planet. And right when they're going to perform their ultimate feat, whether it be catching a starling on a tree branch or just getting on the kitchen counter, that look on their little faces as it all goes bad and they realize they're about to fail miserably and spectacularly is hilarious. And because they're so aloof and cold, it's socially acceptable to laugh yourself silly, thus relieving tension and making the world a better place.
They can be very loving companions. My son's cat is so bonded to him that she cries and wanders the house looking for him every time he leaves. She carries a little toy fox in her mouth like a kitten when she does it. She is definitely a people cat. I agree that many cats can be very moody and don't want anything to do with people bu not all are like that.
I find that I have no use for most dogs. I do like the ones that are intelligent and not super needy. I can't stand a yapping mutt that barks at everything, pees on my tires, digs up the yard, wants to hump everything, etc.
This is my son's little buddy.
I find that I have no use for most dogs. I do like the ones that are intelligent and not super needy. I can't stand a yapping mutt that barks at everything, pees on my tires, digs up the yard, wants to hump everything, etc.
This is my son's little buddy.
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bigwheelzip
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I'm uncomfortable around all animals, but I'm a big fan of Tara the Super Cat.
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Q: Are you a cat person?
(Opens Pandora's box, puts on flame suit and waits for coming conflagration.)
A: Is the pope Catholic? Does a dog bark? *** Do chickens drive motorcycles?
( *** Yes, I know about the basenji)
I see that in the time it's taken me to formulate a response, several others have chipped in, so I'll just sit back and enjoy the show, recalling that "walkin jack's" sig line is, "Real men love cats."
(Opens Pandora's box, puts on flame suit and waits for coming conflagration.)
A: Is the pope Catholic? Does a dog bark? *** Do chickens drive motorcycles?
( *** Yes, I know about the basenji)
I see that in the time it's taken me to formulate a response, several others have chipped in, so I'll just sit back and enjoy the show, recalling that "walkin jack's" sig line is, "Real men love cats."
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Cats have their personalities, I've met plenty who were unfriendly and ran away, or aloof and standoffish, crabby, selfish,self centered, inconsiderate-just like a lot of people. I tell people that cats are often better than wives or girlfriends. If they get tired of you, they just leave. They don't call the cops on you, file for restraining orders, drain your bank account, tie up your assets, bad mouth you.
Cats! Who need 'em???!!! You wake up in the morning with one asleep on your shoulder and the other one, all fifteen pounds of her, sitting on your pillow washing herself ... and giving your hair a wash job! You stagger into the kitchen and fumble w/ ... Non the coffee pot but the cat food! Got to do it! Otherwise the two of them sing a duet reminiscent of two Siamese cats in a Disney cartoon. After their morning constitutional, you scoop the box so the whole house won't smell like a cat house.
Why two? Because She who must be obeyed was concerned. She could see that you were not happy with just one normal sized little eight pound fur ball. So, she liberated a little "kitty" from the local prison where she and another nurse had found several of the little things about to die from exposure. She brought home this little kitty who she named ... "Smokey." She thought Smokey would be good company for Lucy ... AKA "Furball," a nice relatively quiet pure white Persian with green eyes and otherwise no connection with the green eyed lady of pop rock fame.
Sometimes ... they are useful. A Skink got in the parsonage one summer. Spent most of one afternoon trying to corner and kill the thing. Failed miserably. Walked down to the Ace Hardware to console myself by looking at tools. Later when I returned home, I noticed a strange stillness in the parsonage. No. I had not missed Gabriel blowing his trumpet for the second coming. But the fifth bowl of judgment had been poured out in the form of that over grown fifteen pound wad of muscle and claws who had done ... what cats do so well! She had caught and very convincingly killed that skink. She had then done a post mortem on the skink ... right on the rug at the end of the bed. The head was detached. The legs were detached. The tail was detached and in several pieces. And ... lying there washing her self was ... "Wild Thang!" Yep. I gave her her new and much more better name. She looked at me with scorn. She prefers the name, "Doctor." Goes around the house humming a Weird Al Yankavich song ... "Like a Surgeon ... cutting for the very first time!!!"
Tell you what! You've read this far ... so I'll make a deal with you! What kind of a deal you ask? Simple! A deal deal! (Think ... Kelly's Hero's). I'll graciously rent Wild Thang to you. The terms will be simple. I'll send you the cat. I'll provide you a great big bag of cat food every three weeks. The cat will eat maybe a bag every month or so. You can sell the surplus on Craigs List, Ebay, or in the parking lot of the local WalMart! You will make money. You will never have to pay rent on the cat. And I will some how manage to survive ... alone ... all by myself. I hear a song ... "All by myself! I wanna be ... all by myself ... every more!" Sincerely. bruce.
Why two? Because She who must be obeyed was concerned. She could see that you were not happy with just one normal sized little eight pound fur ball. So, she liberated a little "kitty" from the local prison where she and another nurse had found several of the little things about to die from exposure. She brought home this little kitty who she named ... "Smokey." She thought Smokey would be good company for Lucy ... AKA "Furball," a nice relatively quiet pure white Persian with green eyes and otherwise no connection with the green eyed lady of pop rock fame.
Sometimes ... they are useful. A Skink got in the parsonage one summer. Spent most of one afternoon trying to corner and kill the thing. Failed miserably. Walked down to the Ace Hardware to console myself by looking at tools. Later when I returned home, I noticed a strange stillness in the parsonage. No. I had not missed Gabriel blowing his trumpet for the second coming. But the fifth bowl of judgment had been poured out in the form of that over grown fifteen pound wad of muscle and claws who had done ... what cats do so well! She had caught and very convincingly killed that skink. She had then done a post mortem on the skink ... right on the rug at the end of the bed. The head was detached. The legs were detached. The tail was detached and in several pieces. And ... lying there washing her self was ... "Wild Thang!" Yep. I gave her her new and much more better name. She looked at me with scorn. She prefers the name, "Doctor." Goes around the house humming a Weird Al Yankavich song ... "Like a Surgeon ... cutting for the very first time!!!"
Tell you what! You've read this far ... so I'll make a deal with you! What kind of a deal you ask? Simple! A deal deal! (Think ... Kelly's Hero's). I'll graciously rent Wild Thang to you. The terms will be simple. I'll send you the cat. I'll provide you a great big bag of cat food every three weeks. The cat will eat maybe a bag every month or so. You can sell the surplus on Craigs List, Ebay, or in the parking lot of the local WalMart! You will make money. You will never have to pay rent on the cat. And I will some how manage to survive ... alone ... all by myself. I hear a song ... "All by myself! I wanna be ... all by myself ... every more!" Sincerely. bruce.
Q: Are you a cat person?
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I hated cats when I was younger as I had one take a swipe at my face when I was about 7 years old. Of course, I have run into pyscho dogs over the years too, but we always had a dog in our home.
I was never big on cats until my son rescued one Tiger Cat. After Tiger we got a second cat and Charlie was genuinely a character. They always stayed in my heated and insulated garage with my dogs and come and go as they please. We live in a rural area so they are great at catching mice.
All animals have their own personalities just like people. I never took the time to understand them until I got older.
I was never big on cats until my son rescued one Tiger Cat. After Tiger we got a second cat and Charlie was genuinely a character. They always stayed in my heated and insulated garage with my dogs and come and go as they please. We live in a rural area so they are great at catching mice.
All animals have their own personalities just like people. I never took the time to understand them until I got older.
Depends on the cat. We had one once that was a great companion. She came when you called her, didn't tear up the furniture, would play with you all day long (she would fetch a toy and bring it back for you to throw again), she would even walk around the block with us.
I'll never forget seeing her chase a Great Dane out of the yard.
On the other hand, we've had a couple that were just a waste of fur.
I'll never forget seeing her chase a Great Dane out of the yard.
On the other hand, we've had a couple that were just a waste of fur.
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Model46
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I haven't been without a cat for 60 years. I just love 'em. I never much cared for dogs although I can see why folks like them. As with many pets, cats respond to how much and what type of attention you give them. My current cat and I walk the property most mornings (not on a leash) and she's a wonderful companion. Dogs are pack animals who just want to please in the hope of improving their hierarchy within the pack. Cats are much different. You need to earn their trust. Just my opinion and I expect that yours may differ.
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KLYDE
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PRICELESS VIDEO!!!! Exhibits....proof positive....that the sophistication of cats is far more complex than most dog owners realize.
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Have had cats since I was a kid, some were great, some were not great. My experience is that you need to get them as a kitten and train/spend a lot of time with them to have them be worthwhile as a pet. They're probably best for those that are alone a lot, as they are good company.
Dogs are much easier to get to the 'great pet' status. Like children, any animal is only as good as the person raising them, it takes time, love, and trust.
The thing with dogs is that you always have to be around for them, you're more tethered to the house... Cats are easier in that respect. At this point we don't have any cats, and I don't see myself getting another. Don't like the shed hair, and litter boxes are gross. We've got two great dogs and I don't have to psychoanalyze them to establish a meaningful relationship with them... Ha!
Dogs are much easier to get to the 'great pet' status. Like children, any animal is only as good as the person raising them, it takes time, love, and trust.
The thing with dogs is that you always have to be around for them, you're more tethered to the house... Cats are easier in that respect. At this point we don't have any cats, and I don't see myself getting another. Don't like the shed hair, and litter boxes are gross. We've got two great dogs and I don't have to psychoanalyze them to establish a meaningful relationship with them... Ha!
Love cats - and dogs.
I have a theory about everything, including why some men don't care for cats. It's because cats can't be controlled. Unless, of course, they want to be.
I have a theory about everything, including why some men don't care for cats. It's because cats can't be controlled. Unless, of course, they want to be.
THE PILGRIM
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Not really.
I usually get along extremely well with Dogs and Little People,
But I occasionally have problems Cats and Big People.
I usually get along extremely well with Dogs and Little People,
But I occasionally have problems Cats and Big People.
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Cats are great. We love em.
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