Beachlover
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Not keen on the buggers myself, but thought they at least deserved a thread. 
Cats. Who'd have 'em?
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ElThomsono
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We're staying next to Bodmin Moor, all the photos online show something more reminiscent of... a cat?
Jaggededge
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My son and his girlfriend keep 2 cats. He's been warned a few times about pointing the laser pen at me.
Andylaser
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Nice65
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To be honest, I’m with Kev on this. Fuck cats!
MaC
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I like cats. I have a cat shaped space in my life. I even have the kind of garden that cats love....and don't shit within.
I want a polydactyl Maine Coone
I want a polydactyl Maine Coone
Nice65
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I like them really, we used to have some real characters when we were growing up. My dad was the local vet, so we’d end up with the ugly oddballs and psychos. Good fun once we got to know each other and homicide ceased to be an issue.I like cats. I have a cat shaped space in my life. I even have the kind of garden that cats love....and don't shit within.
I want a polydactyl Maine Coone
MaC
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I have two stories about cats to share.
My Dad ended up in charge of 30 Arab boatbuilders beside the Suez Canal in WW2.
He said they knew not a word of English, and he not one of Egyptian, but my Dad drew almost as an extension of thought. My bother does the same, I sketch, but they draw.
Anyhow, they got on fine. The Germans had sunk every wee boat they could find on the canal just as a kind of sabotage, so Dad and the crew were busy. He got invited to weddings, to celebrations, etc., and he shared what was available. It worked out fine....except when they ate the company cat. Old Ahmed, (I still have sketches of Old Ahmed my Dad did forty years ago) who by this time had learned as much English as my Dad had learned Egyptian, and was now firmly attached to the 'pencil behind the ear' school of draw on anything that stayed still long enough, explained that there had been a run of sore stomachs through the workmen, and everybody knew that eating a cat was the cure.
So they were all fined a penny and told to find a new kitten for the stores.
Second one, my Big Bother while at Uni doing Medicine had a girlfriend who was doing Vet studies. Part time work in a local Vets she came back with the story of the two vets (a couple) going out for dinner having operated on a wee toy sized dog. They left it recovering nice and warm in the kitchen for a couple of hours. Came home to find the two family cats playing skittle with its skull, they seemed to have eaten the rest of the wee thing.
My Dad ended up in charge of 30 Arab boatbuilders beside the Suez Canal in WW2.
He said they knew not a word of English, and he not one of Egyptian, but my Dad drew almost as an extension of thought. My bother does the same, I sketch, but they draw.
Anyhow, they got on fine. The Germans had sunk every wee boat they could find on the canal just as a kind of sabotage, so Dad and the crew were busy. He got invited to weddings, to celebrations, etc., and he shared what was available. It worked out fine....except when they ate the company cat. Old Ahmed, (I still have sketches of Old Ahmed my Dad did forty years ago) who by this time had learned as much English as my Dad had learned Egyptian, and was now firmly attached to the 'pencil behind the ear' school of draw on anything that stayed still long enough, explained that there had been a run of sore stomachs through the workmen, and everybody knew that eating a cat was the cure.
So they were all fined a penny and told to find a new kitten for the stores.
Second one, my Big Bother while at Uni doing Medicine had a girlfriend who was doing Vet studies. Part time work in a local Vets she came back with the story of the two vets (a couple) going out for dinner having operated on a wee toy sized dog. They left it recovering nice and warm in the kitchen for a couple of hours. Came home to find the two family cats playing skittle with its skull, they seemed to have eaten the rest of the wee thing.
MaC
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Beautiful cat
I'd like a big tabby one.
It's not happening, but I can look
I'd like a big tabby one.
It's not happening, but I can look
Oldtimer
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You might get lucky. Over the years we've been adopted several times by cats who've spotted a vacancy. You just have to accept what you get: same for the cats.
MaC
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Truthfully I have never gone looking for a cat; like you a cat has always found me when there was a cat shaped space....and two did find me, and I found good homes for them instead of mine.
Himself and Son2 don't want another pet in the house. That's two votes agin one. So, I accept that I don't have a cat.
Sod's law sometimes this being practical and fair, isn't it ?
M
We are cat less because of my mother's great age and likelihood of tripping over one, every cat we have had, when they get tame they love to wind round your ankles. Plus causing chaos with fleas and getting herself poisoned in the case of the last one. Few minutes ago we had a visitor cat, the wrens were going nuts chelping away down the garden. He doesn't come for a stroke though, too busy stalking the wrens.
bushwacker
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sounds like several sailors from HMS Collingwood
Saint-Just
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Saint-Just
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Jim absolutely hated his wife's cat and decided to get rid of him one day by driving him 20 blocks from home and leaving him in a large park.
As he he drove up to his house the cat was walking up the driveway.
The next day he decided to drive the cat 40 blocks away. He put the beast out and headed home.
As he drove back up the driveway, there was the cat!
Each day he took the cat further and further, and the cat would always beat him home.
At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there.
Hours later the man called home, and when his wife answered, he said, “Jen, is the cat there?"
“Yes, she answered, "Why do you ask?"
Her husband answered, “Just put that son of a bitch on the phone – I'm lost and I need directions!"
As he he drove up to his house the cat was walking up the driveway.
The next day he decided to drive the cat 40 blocks away. He put the beast out and headed home.
As he drove back up the driveway, there was the cat!
Each day he took the cat further and further, and the cat would always beat him home.
At last he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there.
Hours later the man called home, and when his wife answered, he said, “Jen, is the cat there?"
“Yes, she answered, "Why do you ask?"
Her husband answered, “Just put that son of a bitch on the phone – I'm lost and I need directions!"
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Nice65
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I reckon this boy is just waiting for everyone to look away for a moment.
