Found this
site where some human lists the things we cats need to survive. A nice list, but incomplete. Assuming it's a woman (author's name is Franny, but Bevie had a male relative with the same name), this is what she thinks a cat needs:
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In order to survive with some degree of comfort, there are certain absolutely minimal things a cat needs, such as good food, water, a litter box, scratching post, and a place to sleep. Oh yes, and don't forget toys. These are my top choices for the things a well-kept cat needs for survival."
But she left out one of our most important needs:
A human being to torment.Here's another site listing
25 Things Cat Lovers Know. I'll pull out a few highlights.
Cats instinctively know the exact moment their owners will wake up. Then they wake them 10 minutes sooner.
Cats know what we feel. They don't care, but they know.
Dogs have owners. Cats have staff.
Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God.Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. It's all true, and they have many other fine qualities as well. There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats.
You can always tell a cat, but you can't tell him much.Oh, and Lisa was kind enough to send us a picture of Bessie.
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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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8 comments:
It's all true, Firestar.
I love the picture of Bessie. So soft and cuddly.
She's a queen among the castles. Well, the Christmas Village Houses, anyway.
Yes, it is all true. And there's lots more.
LOL
Awesome post! And so very true.
Jake Jacob. I chose to not publish your comment because it struck me as being advertising. The link you provided does not lead to a blog, but to another community sign-up. I guess I do not see what that has specifically to do with cats.
Those who visit this blog are specifically interested in cats.
Rather than point us toward unrelated sites, why not share our love of cats? Do you have a cat? Are you a cat? How did you find us? You say you like the blog. What about it do you like?
You are more than welcome to visit, but just remember this: Cat in the Buff is a cat blog. If possible, we want things here to relate to cats.
Thanks
Are you a cat?
Brilliant, Bevie.
And after all, why not? We've got plenty of cats posting in here already.
You tell 'em, Bevie. Cats only in here.
Oh, and cat slaves too as long as they're saying nice things about us.
Yeah, I don't want to make visitors feel bad about coming here - especially those who are regulars.
Cats aren't keen about having their space disrupted. Firestar gets annoyed when we rearrange the furniture.
D*mn right. Now, put the chair back next to the window where it belongs.
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