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Two of them developed an interesting habit: If they saw me standing close enough to something that gave them the opportunity to climb to a sufficient height they would jump onto my shoulder.
One of them grew to be a giant but still kept on to his habit developed when he was a half grown kitten. It was a bit of an experience when he showed his love in that way. :)
Always a pragmatist, that cat.
Whenever anyone got near him, he'd puff up, wail and leap on the person, sinking three sets of claws into them while biting them furiously. I loved that cat, in fact, before the pickup truck incident he didn't have a name. I thought Cuddles was appropriate. ;)
Both of them love to snuggle under the duvet on cold nights. They'll normally sneak in between my girlfriend and I, where it's warmest. The first I'll know about it is when I roll over and get a warning claw in my back.
That's about when he started using the clean clothes basket for a latrine to punish me (obviously, that was a hundred years ago when I did silly things like ironing - with a steam iron, no less, which added a distinct and immediately apparent bouquet to the task)
The other one was a stray cat that a family member found in town about 25 years ago. He had another habit: He would often join me when I took a walk in nature. If the ground was cold he would come and stand on my feet when I stood still.
Before this thread I had never heard about other cats jumping onto people's shoulders. It seems that Webmaster World is the place to share experiences that you thought were yours alone. :)
I learned to resist the fluffy tummy trick, and would only give her my foot (enclosed in a durable shoe) to attack. My ex-husband brought a welding glove over from his parents house to wear for her.
She liked to beat up dogs as well, but I think it was just the neighbor's dog who was tethered to its dog house. She'd sit outside its reach, and take swats at it. We never did figure out where all the nicks in the edges of her ears came from...
Maybe WebmasterWorld members just have strange pets. ;)
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Our vet suggested that we'd never know it when she gave birth. She'd slink off to some hidaway in our basement or garage when the time came.
But that wasn't the case at all.
Late one night I was reading in bed with kitty next to me. She began mewing oddly and I noticed a small wet spot below her. She headed into our master closet but made sure I was following. There, over the next few hours, five kits emerged as our whole family watched from a few feet away.
A wonderful experience!
By the way, I expected the newborns to be bald, but they came out fully covered with fur.
It's always funny to see a small kitten and a fully grown German Shepard playing and the cat coming out on top...
Friends and family from Coast to Coast are aware that Lucy needs Butt Support.
My mother-in-law had heard all about the Butt Support and when she came out to visit and us, the first thing she did upon meeting Lucy was to give her some Butt Support.
Heck, if you met Lucy, I think you too might give her some Butt Support.
What is Butt Support? If you asked Lucy, she'd probably tell you that Butt Support is a sublime expression of a human's love for their cat.
Lucy begs and makes the cutey-cute moves to be picked up and cradled in a manner in which your forearm is supporting her Butt, while her head and her front paws are over your shoulder. The key is that her Butt must be supported, thus the phrase, "Uh-oh, Lucy needs some Butt Support..."
This is the same varmint who is trained to high-five me with her forehead on command- so we give and take to amuse each other.
That's so cool. "Snowball" used to wait until I came in from work and plopped down in the computer desk chair. Then she'd climb into my lap and knock my ballcap off then roll over so I could scratch her stomach. No one, and I mean absolutely no one, was allowed to wear a hat in the house. She would pounce from anywhere to knock off a cap if she was shoo'ed out of the offender's lap. She did give people one shot though. Miss yer chance and take your chances. :)
Isn't there a Bluegrass group called the Saggy Bottom Boys?
So no acrobats but our youngest (14 months old):
- destroyed 1 keyboard (yummy cable)
- destroyed 5 mice (yummy cable)
- destroyed 2 powerbook chargers (yummy cable)
- destroyed 1 moblie chargers (yummy cable)
... and i didn't have to train here - she just loves low voltage bzzzzzzd's. ;)
