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Post by daylilydude on Jan 9, 2013 5:45:09 GMT -5
Boss kitty is staying between the deer and the garden... Attachments:
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Post by Laura_in_FL on Jan 9, 2013 10:27:10 GMT -5
One of Dad's friends gave him a cat once. Dad took right to the cat, and named it Molly. This was an amazing guard cat. All of the neighborhood dogs - even the big ones - gave our yard a wide berth. Luckily for our dog, Molly realized that he was here first, and only slapped him around as needed to ensure absolute dominion over the yard.
Molly was quite a hunter, too. In addition to the usual assorted rodents, Molly once killed a rabbit and brought it home as a "present." It was not one of the little dwarf rabbits, either. Once I intervened when Molly was stalking the neighbor's rooster. (Our cat wasn't raiding their henhouse. The neighbors' chickens were loose - again - and the rooster was in our yard.) Mom had to give up her beloved bird feeder because Molly would go lie very still under the feeder and wait until the birds returned...then make a 6' vertical leap and snatch one. This cat didn't just stalk squirrels on the ground - Molly hunted them them way up high in the trees!
Mom is still embarrassed to talk about that cat, though. You see, after they had had the cat for a few years, I was home from college visiting. While I was petting the cat I got a good look and said,
"Um, Mom? Molly is not a girl - HE is a neutered male!"
Molly rejected all attempts at name change by steadfastly refusing to acknowledge any other form of address. Poor Mom had to choke down her embarrassment and call him Molly for the rest of his life.
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Post by paulf on Jan 9, 2013 20:11:44 GMT -5
When we were first married my wife tolerated the cat I bought to the relationship. She (the cat) was small but fierce. A very large German Shepard would take a daily walk from its house a few doors down from ours past our house to somewhere up the block. The cat would sit at our property line waiting for the dog to walk by and as soon as it got in our yard the cat would attack. After a couple of attacks the dog would walk up to the property line, cross the street, walk as far as the end of the property, walk back across the street and continue its journey. Once the cat was inside when the dog walked past but it still went across the street and back again so not to walk on our sidewalk.
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Post by Laura_in_FL on Jan 10, 2013 9:48:39 GMT -5
LOL. She had that dog well-trained. ;D
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Post by coppice on Feb 23, 2014 14:36:50 GMT -5
Its been many years since we had a great cat. Kuro was part Siamese and had that clans vocalizations. She was black from nose to tail with just a few white chest hairs as a medallion.
One of her best tricks was to walk up to the door and call out in a loud voice "Me out!".
Where upon even people who did not live there would walk to the door and let her out to hunt. Kuro also always ate her catch.
I last saw her sunning and gumming a mouse on our cellar bulk-head blind as a bat about 1993. Her last litter of kittens used to hunt for her.
The current old man was an acquisition of my MIL. Kringle is a lot of Christmas' away from the one that brought him to MIL. He's not obviously blind (yet) on overcast days his arthritis is starting to show.
He just wandered by to get a couple snack kibbles with catnip in them, to tide him over till supper.
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Post by w8in4dave on Feb 25, 2014 20:56:53 GMT -5
I have a friend that has a cat that just started hanging around her house. So she started feeding it , she let it in and when it wanted out she let it out. That cat sleeps with her now and huggs her around the neck at night. When it wants out it now walks around the property and sets and looks at the road watches the bird feeder for a while then wants back in. today I was there and she was cutting he Great Danes toe nails, The cat was trying to bite the clippers , Did NOT like to see the dogs nails cut. Just the coolest cat! Julio
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Post by coppice on Mar 1, 2014 8:27:25 GMT -5
Kringle will never be the guard cat Kuro was. Kuro would march tail-up the outside walls indoors of the house, and then demand to be released and would circuit the extior walls of the house then the fence line, before going hunting.
Heaven help the intruder who would come calling if she wasn't in heat.
She was the runt of her litter, and didn't go into heat till she was three our four. She had litters of only one or two, in the spring of the year. Kuro was no glamor kitty. But she had great taste. Her litters were kittens that included manx and other uncommon kittens. We had lists of people who wanted her kittens.
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