When I was a kid we had a tom cat (Named Tom, how original!) who would take out the neighbors German Shepard's and Dachshunds. One day Dad said watch this, the neighbors dogs were loose, Tom had climbed a tree and waited for for the Shepard to pass, then Tom jumped on his back. Neighbor wasn't happy with Tom, but we wern't happy with him letting his dogs run our property. Neither was Tom. We suspect it lead to his early demise at the neighbors hand. 43 or so years and it still irritates me. Such as it is, we get attached to our pets.
A couple of years back a beatiful black feline showed up and wouldn't go away. Then, funny, a bunch of Toms started hanging around, and a few nights we heard some Rowles .... then the Feline started getting fat ... we brought her in the house and got three black and one gray kitten out of it. The Mother cat, otoh, was an ankle biter and diver. Ma would have had herself a nice home if she wern't an ankle biter. I could see if we were kicking at it or stepped on her but, no, that cat would attack Wifes ankles if Wife was just standing there.
Whats funny is two of these cats have the attack trait, we'll walk through the house and feel paws batting at our ankles. But no Fang and Claw. The Girl cat is cool, she'll wrestle with me, bite but only hard enough to score points, she'll grag and rake but without extending her claws. I got her worked up enough to use claws, once. took a bit of work.
Now the Gray 20+ pounder, he's the other ankle swatter. He'll play but after the third or fourth 'score bite' it's time to stop because he really gets into it. Believe me,, you don't want a 20 pound cat hanging from you with his spur claws.
Now Killer Koz, the hunter, has nothing to do with humans all day. But when we go to bed he makes his demands. Now I'm not fond of the way my face has turned out, age and all, but, darn, if I don't give Killer his props he'll rearrange my face, use it as a kneeding pad then a pin cushion. And in the morning as soon as I wake up Koz is making his demands again! And last night he slept on the couch so this morning Killer was extra demanding.
Funny thing is , in my teen years no one would have guessed I would turn into a cat person. Even after Tom. It took me a while to appreciate cats independence, and it took a while for me to appreciate how, whe the cats food bowls are empty, how they7 look at me like I'm meat.
A couple of years back a beatiful black feline showed up and wouldn't go away. Then, funny, a bunch of Toms started hanging around, and a few nights we heard some Rowles .... then the Feline started getting fat ... we brought her in the house and got three black and one gray kitten out of it. The Mother cat, otoh, was an ankle biter and diver. Ma would have had herself a nice home if she wern't an ankle biter. I could see if we were kicking at it or stepped on her but, no, that cat would attack Wifes ankles if Wife was just standing there.
Whats funny is two of these cats have the attack trait, we'll walk through the house and feel paws batting at our ankles. But no Fang and Claw. The Girl cat is cool, she'll wrestle with me, bite but only hard enough to score points, she'll grag and rake but without extending her claws. I got her worked up enough to use claws, once. took a bit of work.
Now the Gray 20+ pounder, he's the other ankle swatter. He'll play but after the third or fourth 'score bite' it's time to stop because he really gets into it. Believe me,, you don't want a 20 pound cat hanging from you with his spur claws.
Now Killer Koz, the hunter, has nothing to do with humans all day. But when we go to bed he makes his demands. Now I'm not fond of the way my face has turned out, age and all, but, darn, if I don't give Killer his props he'll rearrange my face, use it as a kneeding pad then a pin cushion. And in the morning as soon as I wake up Koz is making his demands again! And last night he slept on the couch so this morning Killer was extra demanding.
Funny thing is , in my teen years no one would have guessed I would turn into a cat person. Even after Tom. It took me a while to appreciate cats independence, and it took a while for me to appreciate how, whe the cats food bowls are empty, how they7 look at me like I'm meat.
She stayed on my feet till shortly after 1am. I realize it was 1am because she went down the stairs to the living room where Coco was. I heard Coco greet her...and then proceed to say 'no'....'no'. When I called down to find out what was up, she told me that 'the cat is using your sofa to sharpen her claws'.
