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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
The cat and nine lives
I haven’t thought about this cat in such a long time. I think I was eight or maybe ten, but a stray cat ended up at the house. This wasn’t the first time. Back then there we’re no animals in the house, no dogs, no cats, no birds, so often time stray animals or even animals that jumped the gate to go for a walk only to return home would drop themselves off. It’s always been a friendly home and none of them had ever been a threat to myself or family. It may have helped though that my grandfather and father both taught me how to respect animals at a young age. So, by the time I was eight I knew how to treat one and what to do if it was a threat to me.
By Valerie Daniel5 years ago in Petlife
Adventures of Bathing a Cat
Cat Bath When I was in college I got a job working in a cattery. Cattery defined as a place that breeds or houses cats. I had to look it up. Anyway, this job involved me feeding, water, cleaning and bathing Persian cats. I had owned cats as a child and worked with them at a veterinary clinic so I thought how hard could it be? The owners were a young couple and very patiently showed me how to care for their cats. They explained each step I was to follow and I mostly paid attention. Like I said, how hard could it be? I didn’t do too badly at first. If you work around cats for any length of time, you are going to get scratched so I expected that. But then came bath time. Again everything was explained to me and one of the owners even bathed a cat for me so I could see how it was done. Being young at the time, I was only half paying attention. Bathing a cat was like bathing a dog, right? So after I was left alone to start bathing the rest of the cats, I began filling up the sink to bath the cats. I can already hear some of you experienced cat bathers snickering. You see I had worked at a zoo and all of the big cats loved to jump in the water. Cats were all the same, right? Anyway, after the tub was full, I got my first cat. That was the first time I saw a cat look nervous. As I approached the tub filled with water, the cat turned from a loving cat that was snuggling in my arms to a thing with teeth and claws. At least that is all that I saw. I managed to grab the cat by the scruff of its neck and somewhat restrain it. No, I didn’t think to secure any of its legs. Stop laughing. I tried to put the cat in the water and felt one of the most painful things I have ever felt in my life. All four paws were now latched onto my unprotected arm. You have to roll your sleeves up or they might get wet, right? I swear, if you don’t stop laughing, I’m going to hurt you. Anyway, here I was with these claws digging into my arm waving my arm (don’t do that by the way. The claws only dig in deeper) and generally not have a good time. I managed to pry the claws out of my arms while still holding onto the cat. It still needed to be bathed and I wasn’t giving up. This time I managed to grab a hold of the cats back legs and again approached the sink. Have you ever seen those cartoons where the character is about to go down a hole and at the last second manages to stretch their arms and legs out so that they keep from falling down the hole? Got the picture yet? Yes, I had lost my grip on the cat’s legs but I still had it scruffed. While the cat held onto the edge of the sink with all four legs, I tried to push it into the water. It is amazing how strong those little guys are. The only thing that got wet was me when I lost my grip on the cat and slipped. Oh did I mention I was also standing on a rub? Get this picture in your head. A cat heading for who knows where, me slipping on the rub throwing me forward where the only thing keeping me from a sink full of water is now gone. I’m so glad this wasn’t a full tub. I only managed to get half of my body wet. The owners came home to the sight of two former friends, one wet, one dry, glaring at each other from across the room. Yeah, they couldn’t stop laughing either.
By ALPHAS WICKER5 years ago in Petlife
My Cats Conducted A Performance Review For My 2 Year Old Son And It Was Brutally Honest. Top Story - March 2021.
Please take a seat. Thank you for joining us today. It’s been 2 years since you joined us. We decided to forego the performance review in your first year as everyone needed to adjust to your arrival. We have to say that you have made quite the impact here. You have displayed some strengths but also some areas for improvement but, if we’re being honest, your performance has gone downhill since you arrived. In your first year, we appreciated the fact that you kept to your own space as you navigated your new surroundings. But that is no longer the case.
By Alice Vuong5 years ago in Petlife
How My Cats "Adjusted" to the Pandemic
My husband and I have two cats, Memphis and Tully. We adopted Tully together a few years ago. Memphis has been with me since he was a kitten, before I even met my husband. While he likes my husband, and often goes to him for affection and food, it is me that he is most attached to.
By Crysta Coburn5 years ago in Petlife
Missing Cat
His name is James… Was James, God rest his soul. He was seriously the best cat I’ve ever had. From the day I got him and brought him home he didn’t act like other cats and I know because I’ve had other cats before. Quite a few, as a matter of fact, but they’ve all died and gone to be with St. Peter. So I just have James now, and boy is he strange. James pretty much acts like a dog. He walks around with his tongue hanging out and practically barks at the neighbors. He flat-out refuses to use his litter box. Like sometimes I’ll catch him ‘going’ on my clothes or hiding his mess under the rug, but the thing is he just prefers to do his business outside. I know you won’t believe this, but he likes me to leash him and walk him around the neighborhood. I would have turned him into an outside cat, but you know how it is in the city—cats get hit by cars all the time and they don’t have nine lives.
By Ben golden5 years ago in Petlife
Silvered Eyes
Each morning when I left for my day shift at the drug store, a white cat waited outside the apartment complex. I lived in a suburb with clusters of buildings, so I didn’t pay the cat much attention early on: its fur wasn’t dirty or matted, it didn’t meow to try and get my attention, and it looked fairly well-fed if its puff of a belly was any indication. The only thing that made me note it from the other strays I had seen was that it sat in one place and stared long after I had passed with my bike. Sometimes its eyes even shifted from yellow to silver when I looked back.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Petlife
Kitty the mushroom Hunter
Sometimes the world just needs to slow down. I’m no technophobe. I love the immediacy of texting, and Instagram as much as the next person, but there is no denying the way a quiet, disconnected, walk in the forest soothes the soul. Especially if there’s a chance money can be made on that walk.
By Sasha White5 years ago in Petlife
Missing Cat
His name is James… Was James, God rest his soul. He was seriously the best cat I’ve ever had. From the day I got him and brought him home he didn’t act like other cats and I know because I’ve had other cats before. Quite a few, as a matter of fact, but they’ve all died and gone to be with St. Peter. So I just have James now, and boy is he strange. James pretty much acts like a dog. He walks around with his tongue hanging out and practically barks at the neighbors. He flat-out refuses to use his litter box. Like sometimes I’ll catch him ‘going’ on my clothes or hiding his mess under the rug, but the thing is he just prefers to do his business outside. I know you won’t believe this, but he likes me to leash him and walk him around the neighborhood. I would have turned him into an outside cat, but you know how it is in the city—cats get hit by cars all the time and they don’t have nine lives.
By Ben golden5 years ago in Petlife
