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Sorry you have lost him.
What a nice memory. They are companions, so much more than pets. I love to hear everyone's cat stories!
posted by
Witchflower
on August 29, 2004 at 8:15 PM
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Finnicky Cats
My late, lamented white Angora, Leo the Lion, was about as finnicky as they come when it came to food. He would absolutely love one cat food flavor for about two weeks, and would "snub" any other flavor I tried to feed him. Then he'd grow tired of the "flavor of the month" and insist on something new. He would eat any kind of human food, from chicken to sea food. I made the mistake of answering the phone once, leaving a piece of nice rare London Broil on my plate. I figured he couldn't reach the table....wrong! Guess who I found licking his lips and mewling happily, having consumed my steak in a heartbeat? He was a nice, gentle kitty though. Never bit me (only people he didn't like and other cats) in 15 years. I miss him terribly. He was more like a friend than a pet.
posted by
WhiteWolf359
on August 29, 2004 at 2:25 PM
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Yes
we have had a photo licker, and I'll do a blog on the toilet paper thing one of these days. Thanks!
posted by
Witchflower
on August 25, 2004 at 10:40 PM
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WitchF, ahhh, cats. Gotta love em. (do we have a choice?)
Being a former kitty owner, (my current extra large sized dogs can't be trusted with kitties) but mine used to LOVE to lick photographs! I learned to always make sure the toilet paper roll faced inward to avoid the roll to be unraveled all over the place.Weird. I've done surgery on many cats throughout the years pulling many things out of their intestines and stomach such as yarn, Christmas tinsel, coins, etc. Strange creatures, but so cool!
posted by
SpitFire70
on August 25, 2004 at 10:30 PM
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Thanks!
Thanks for the kind words, the link, and the slice of your kitty household life. Ours are indoors all the time. We grow cat grass regularly, but offer it as a treat. If it's there all the time, they ignore it. They are quite smart about ignoring harmful plants. We have playtime or other interaction every day, but they are getting so blase' about toys, it's hard to find something that qualifies as exciting. I will write more. They occupy such a big place in our lives, it would be hard not to.
posted by
Witchflower
on August 25, 2004 at 9:02 PM
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Here's a link for more info on this subject
http://www.metrokc.gov/lars/animal/Educate/cassidy/Cat/cat5.htm
Loved your post!!
We used to call one of our cats the vaccum cleaner. She ate everything on the floor. One has an affinity for corn 
and they all have developed a sly method of begging for people food. It's a very casual, "gee I haven't been fed in years, but--no, I couldn't possibly..." look as they saunter and sit in your face. They're primarily indoor cats, so right now I'm growing Kentucky bluegrass in a planter for them--I'm tired of them eating my plants!!!
Look forward to hearing more about the whole crew!
posted by
mycml56
on August 25, 2004 at 8:50 PM
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Yes, I do, Quirky.
And Rocky is quite the little personality guy. Can't wait to see what he does next.
posted by
Witchflower
on August 21, 2004 at 11:39 PM
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Ya gotta love 'em!!
(Well I can tell you do, even with all their strange habits). Rocky likes to shred paper towel rolls, I'll come home and the whole thing will be lying there in pieces clinging to the roll...little shit. He does the same thing with the toilet paper.
posted by
Julia.
on August 21, 2004 at 11:12 PM
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Thanks!
Your cats sound great. Little hunters! I'll be reading more of your blogs.
posted by
Witchflower
on August 21, 2004 at 11:04 PM
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I'm with you, sister!!
We also have 4 cats, one female, Karmin, is a caramel and white color, the other three are males, Czar is the daddy cat, pure black, and his two sons, Sugar, with white paws and chest, and Lucky, named because I found him stuck at birth, being delivered breech, with only his head left inside. He is my baby. He looks just like daddy. Today, we had chicken legs and they first dumped the trash can over, then after I tied it up, and went back to blogging, clawed open the bag. Rascals!! They are a constant source of frustration and joy to us. Lucky ate a tiny bit of a cinnamon breathstrip off the floor a few days ago and began to foam at the mouth. Talk about a scare, until I realized what it was, and he stopped foaming.
posted by
Schatz
on August 21, 2004 at 7:22 PM
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