It is time to return to our culture lessons using this site, which lists various cat breeds.
American Bobtail(picture taken from this site)History
American Bobtail cat breed is the descendant of naturally occurring bobtail cats found in the wild. The American Bobtail originated in late 1960s. The original Bobtail bloodline came from a mating between a short-tailed brown tabby male and a seal point Siamese female. Birman, Himalayan and a Himalayan/Siamese cross were then added to the bloodline by the breeders. American Bobtail was accepted for championship status by TICA in 2002 and as Provisional in CFA. AppearanceAmerican Bobtail is medium to large sized, sturdy, rugged-looking breed. They are short-tailed cats. They have either short dense coat or a longer, shaggy-appearing coat. American Bobtails have large, oval shaped eyes. The color of the eyes depends upon color of the coat. American Bobtails come in all colors and patterns.PersonalityContrary to its rugged appearance, the American Bobtail is not a wild cat. American Bobtails are playful, energetic, friendly, and intelligent cats. They are very people-oriented and demand human attention.Demand human attention, huh? I hope that only means they require their humans to do a lot of extra work.
They come in a variety of colors, so choosing an appropriate image required a lot of effort. After looking at a bunch of American Bobtail pictures, I came to the inevitable choice of an orange/buff colored cat. It seemed to make sense. You agree, Rufus? That's a very good color for a cat.
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.
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6 comments:
Rufus can't come to the pc at the moment - he's chasing a toy mouse.
That's such a gorgeous kitten picture!
Gotta stay fit.
Yeah. It was the best to choose from.
Thanks for the kitty lesson.
I have a version of Monopoly - Catopoly that has nice little tidbits about cats on the cards.
I DO have trouble finding people to play the game with me.
none of my babies were interested in the trivia - they can't eat it, play with it or sleep on it - so it wasn't much use to them.
We should get a blog version of Catopoly going. I wonder how that would work?
Cats already know everything, so they wouldn't be interested. [smiles]
We should get a blog version of Catopoly going. I wonder how that would work?
Cats already know everything, so they wouldn't be interested. [smiles]
will the cat's be playing catopoly - in which case, it wouldn't work out very well at all. batting at the pieces, ignoring the game . . .
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