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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
My Heart, My Prince, My Boy
My story of cats begins with a dog. Specifically an American Eskimo named Frosty (not my choice) who'd had a hard life. She'd been adopted by my aunt originally, but due to allergies she'd ended up with my grandmother who kept her outside for most of her life. I'd spent a lot of time with her whenever we visited. When my grandmother died and Frosty had refused to stay with the people my aunt set up to care for her I insisted that she be mine instead.
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Petlife
I Love Cats
When I was about 15 years old and doing my CSE and O level exams (GCSE’s to you younger ones), my parents sat me down “for a chat.” I thought “Oh no, what have I done now?” as any typical teenager would say. “No matter what your exam results will be, mum and I know that you have done your best,” (yes, I did actually study for these exams) “here is a gift to say well done and that we are proud of you.” And they put into my lap a tiny, black and white kitten. I fell in love with cats!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 years ago in Petlife
10 Fascinating facts about Tabby cats
Animal shelters are filled with adult cats as well as kittens who are tabbies and are waiting for their forever homes. I am thinking of adopting one or 2 to be my companions now that my husband has passed away. Tabby cats have distinctions that make them unusual so let's take a look at some fascinating facts about tabbies.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Petlife
He Just Needed A Few More Months
I took my new wife and two new young daughters to the Humane Society for a kitten. They played with a cute black fuzzball in the meeting room, but he cried for his brother. Inevitably, we took home two tiny, fuzzy kittens, midnight black with white medallions on their chests. Cicero grew up loud and vocal; Rascal, the leader, had tiny mew. Cicero’s fur was a little silkier, Rascal’s was drier, and Cicero’s medallion was much more distinct.
By Brian E. Wish5 years ago in Petlife
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
