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Post by mln59 on Oct 2, 2019 17:55:16 GMT -5
i used to have a black manx named mewer mcmewerson III. i had him for his entire life and i like to talk about him.
after mewer died, i adopted a 12 year old black kitteh named raven. i had her for almost 3 years before she died.
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Post by Wolfgang on Oct 2, 2019 18:00:09 GMT -5
mewer mcmewerson III -- what an outrageous name!
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Post by mln59 on Oct 2, 2019 18:02:14 GMT -5
mewer mcmewerson III -- what an outrageous name! it wasn't his original name. when i adopted him, his shelter name was linus. from there the names went: rheseus, osito, and finally mewer mcmewerson III (mewer for short) |
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Post by mikegarrison on Oct 2, 2019 19:23:18 GMT -5
Do cats know their names?
Dogs do; this is obvious. But do cats?
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Post by mln59 on Oct 2, 2019 19:29:06 GMT -5
Do cats know their names? Dogs do; this is obvious. But do cats? i like to think that mewerson did, but that's probably because he was with me since he was 8 weeks old.
raven didn't care one whit.
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Post by Wolfgang on Oct 2, 2019 20:09:35 GMT -5
When I was 8 or 9 years old, my siblings and I slept over at a cousin's place. They had two cats. In the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, I felt a presence on my bed and so, I opened my eyes and there was a cat sitting on top of my belly staring at me. I could see the glowing eyes. This scared me so shiitless that I jumped up and both the cat and I screamed the loudest scream simultaneously. Never had a good feeling about cats since.
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Post by mln59 on Oct 2, 2019 21:54:17 GMT -5
When I was 8 or 9 years old, my siblings and I slept over at a cousin's place. They had two cats. In the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, I felt a presence on my bed and so, I opened my eyes and there was a cat sitting on top of my belly staring at me. I could see the glowing eyes. This scared me so shiitless that I jumped up and both the cat and I screamed the loudest scream simultaneously. Never had a good feeling about cats since. just wanted to be your friend 
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Post by mikegarrison on Oct 2, 2019 22:07:47 GMT -5
When I was 8 or 9 years old, my siblings and I slept over at a cousin's place. They had two cats. In the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, I felt a presence on my bed and so, I opened my eyes and there was a cat sitting on top of my belly staring at me. I could see the glowing eyes. This scared me so shiitless that I jumped up and both the cat and I screamed the loudest scream simultaneously. Never had a good feeling about cats since. just wanted to be your friend :)
That's what all the stalkers say. |
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Post by XAsstCoach on Oct 3, 2019 2:53:46 GMT -5
Had a cat once, raised her from a few months old until...not sure when. She was a stray, and I called her Bobbi because her ears were a bit larger like a bobcat when she was smaller. She was quite the character...Bobbi kept playing with my feet in the morning while I was still in bed and not being used to her presence yet, one time I just gave a big kick and I heard a thump. Apparently I kicked poor Bobbi to the wall...she never played with feet in the morning any more afterwards.
Another time I fell asleep on my couch and when I woke up, Bobbi was sleeping on her back on top of my arm, sandwiched between my body and the back of the couch.
Then there was the time I woke up in the morning and Bobbi was sitting on my chest. I looked at her and gave her a morning “meow”, and she kindly replied with a “meow” of her own.
Had to give her up because I went back to school and the apt complex did not allow cats. My mom took her, said Bobbi sat in front of the door and wouldn’t let her go to work until her litter box was cleaned. And every time my mom sat down on the couch Bobbi would come running to her and sit on my mom’s lap.
Then she gave Bobbi to my sister, who already had two cats of her own. Said Bobbi always favored my brother in law, would always sit and be with him. Whenever I visited, Bobbi would come running to me.
Not sure what happened, but my sister had to put Bobbi to sleep. Didn’t even tell me, I only found out months later. Said she had blood in her urine, and she kept over-shooting her litter box when peeing. Guess the vet recommended Bobbi be put to sleep.
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Post by mln59 on Oct 3, 2019 10:48:41 GMT -5
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Post by XAsstCoach on Oct 3, 2019 21:05:31 GMT -5
Thanks mln59! Still have fond memories of Bobbi so I still have that. 😊 |
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Post by ironhammer on Oct 4, 2019 0:21:06 GMT -5
I love dogs but cats...not so much.
Actually, no, I do like some cats, like big cats...in the wild. Tigers, Lions, Leopards, Snow Leopards, Cheetah, Jaguar, Clouded Leopards, awesome animals.
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Post by mln59 on Oct 7, 2019 9:00:06 GMT -5
i'm a big fan of cole and marmalade and i watch their videos a bunch.
for example,
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Post by ironhammer on Oct 7, 2019 9:42:44 GMT -5
My stereotype of cats is that they are aloof, don't care about your existence unless it's feeding time and just prefer to do their own thing than accompany you. So I wonder which cat breeds are more dog-like in behavior?
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Post by mln59 on Oct 9, 2019 10:08:54 GMT -5
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