This is true - they wouldn't respond to my call to have them remove 6-7 feral cats from our area. They just referred me to a specialist cat agency who advised they'd come and trap/euthanize the cats for €50 per cat.
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This is true - they wouldn't respond to my call to have them remove 6-7 feral cats from our area. They just referred me to a specialist cat agency who advised they'd come and trap/euthanize the cats for €50 per cat.
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I presume you have a cynical explanation for why the cat will give head-butt kisses (you kinda have to see it to believe) to its favourite family members?
I can vouch for that one alright. My wife (who indulges the cats way more than me) gets them all the time. I never do. The most I get from them is a wry eyed grudging acceptance of my existance in their world.
Our neighbour's cat does this, it has to be said it's very sweet, and i'm very much a dog person, this particular cat is much more dog-like than most cats anyway.
It's bizarre. Cats are so misunderstood. Poeple often say "oh but they're not like dogs". You don't say.
Guess what - gerbils aren't like ponies either.
Basically, and I'm not even joking, IME the true animal lovers seem to be predominantly cat people. As far as I can see they just like animals anyway - pigs, mice, whatever. Dog lovers seem to only really like dogs and will judge most other animals by their criteria.
Now, there's a theory for ya - discuss!
Guess what - gerbils aren't like ponies either.
Basically, and I'm not even joking, IME the true animal lovers seem to be predominantly cat people. As far as I can see they just like animals anyway - pigs, mice, whatever. Dog lovers seem to only really like dogs and will judge most other animals by their criteria.
Now, there's a theory for ya - discuss!
Nope, I've been on the receiving end of many of those from our two , I believe it's just a show of affection ( or maybe they just want whatever it is you're eating ) .There's also the habit of some "kneading" before they settle down on you ( for them that don't know what I mean just google cats kneading). What's also interesting is the morning conversation I sometimes have with one of ours, you come into room you get a meow, say what and you get another, as long as you keep replying you get another meow. Doesn't happen later in the day though, just mornings. Never figured that one out.
Cats are not solitary animals. Feral cats and ex-domestic cats will always gather in what are known as 'colonies' as cats are a social animal. The ignorance that they are not a social animal is due to the fact that they are not a pack animal like dogs are, and that they are solitary in their hunting habits.
There is a lot of ignorance on this thread. It boils down to this - yes, a domestic cat may well 'survive' if left without food/water for an extended period, and may well be able to feed itself albeit sporadically - however - a couple of caveats - one, it is categorical that different cats have different hunting abilities and 'prey drive' i.e. some are simply better hunters than others. Different breeds of cat have different hunting abilities also. Two, while possible for a domestic cat to survive on hunted food, it is not optimum - hence the scrawny looking cats you see hanging around your local supermarket loading area. Modern cat food has a properly balanced formula which has been developed to replicate a proper, fully wild and varied diet - something which your local urban cat would not get from hunting.
Honestly, I don't understand some of the attitudes displayed here - if people aren't willing to do the best by their pets (be they cats, dogs, whatever) why bother having pets?
I agree with you there. many cat owners just let their cats out during the day to defecate in other peoples gardens.
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Agree with Sherman there. For the original OP for future reference, for the sake of 95cent for a can of food why even question what to do? Feed the cat.... if it eats it it eats it, if it doesn't it doesn't end of!
My own cats have killed numerous birds/rodents etc but have never eaten any - I doubt very much that they would eat them - pampered cats that they are! I watched one of my cats the other day sitting outside in the garden, it then walked in through the cat flap went to the toilet in the litter tray then walked straight back out again! - too posh to go outside!
Agree with Sherman there. For the original OP for future reference, for the sake of 95cent for a can of food why even question what to do? Feed the cat.... if it eats it it eats it, if it doesn't it doesn't end of!
My own cats have killed numerous birds/rodents etc but have never eaten any - I doubt very much that they would eat them - pampered cats that they are!
I watched one of my cats the other day sitting outside in the garden, it then walked in through the cat flap went to the toilet in the litter tray then walked straight back out again! - too posh to go outside!I watched one of my cats the other day sitting outside in the garden, it then walked in through the cat flap went to the toilet in the litter tray then walked straight back out again! - too posh to go outside!
Probably didn't want to get its paws dirty, since cats generally dig the soil, do their bit then cover it up again. The tray is soo much cleaner
.Probably didn't want to get its paws dirty, since cats generally dig the soil, do their bit then cover it up again. The tray is soo much cleaner
my cat actually does the opposite - he hates his cat litter tray and only uses it when he has to stay inside in bad weather or when he's sick and not allowed outside - though he once VERY demonstratively used our kitchen sink to wee when we didn't want to let him outside to show us what he thinks about our attitude
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Might be a good time to revisit this old classic;
“Excerpts From The Dog’s Daily Diary”
8:00 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
11:30 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
5:00 pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
6:00 pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master’s bed! My favorite!
“Excerpts From The Cat’s Daily Diary”
Day 283 Of My Captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat,
while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing
that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the
mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional
piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another
house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving
around their feet while they were walking almost
succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In
an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit
on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless
body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am
capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts.
They only cooed and condescended about what a good
little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.
I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However,
I could hear the noise and smell the food. More
importantly I overheard that my confinement
was due to MY power of “allergies.” Must learn what
this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and
seems more than happy to return. He is obviously
a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be
an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am
certain he reports my every move. Due to his current
placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
But I can wait, it is only a matter of time. . . .
“Excerpts From The Dog’s Daily Diary”
8:00 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am - Oh Boy! A walk! My favorite!
10:30 am - Oh Boy! A car ride! My favorite!
11:30 am - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
Noon - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
1:00 pm - Oh Boy! The yard! My favorite!
4:00 pm - Oh Boy! The kids! My favorite!
5:00 pm - Oh Boy! Dog food! My favorite!
5:30 pm - Oh Boy! Mom! My favorite!
6:00 pm - Oh Boy! Playing ball! My favorite!
6:30 pm - Oh Boy! Sleeping in master’s bed! My favorite!
“Excerpts From The Cat’s Daily Diary”
Day 283 Of My Captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat,
while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing
that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the
mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional
piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another
house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving
around their feet while they were walking almost
succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In
an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile
oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit
on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless
body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am
capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts.
They only cooed and condescended about what a good
little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices.
I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However,
I could hear the noise and smell the food. More
importantly I overheard that my confinement
was due to MY power of “allergies.” Must learn what
this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and
seems more than happy to return. He is obviously
a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be
an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am
certain he reports my every move. Due to his current
placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
But I can wait, it is only a matter of time. . . .
While I agree Dogs aer generally more loyal, my cat bucks the trend. Was attacking my O/H the other day (ok...tickling...) and my cat got quite distressed by it (obviously thinking I was killing my O/H). The cat promptly jumped on teh couch beside me and gave me thump to stop!
I was speachless!
I watched one of my cats the other day sitting outside in the garden, it then walked in through the cat flap went to the toilet in the litter tray then walked straight back out again! - too posh to go outside!
One of mine comes in from outside to use the letter tray too but the other one will only use it when it's clean, once it's used once it's not acceptable for use again! If the cat flap is closed so she can't go outside and the tray has been used, she'll protest by peeing on whatever she thinks will cause us the most heartache -unopened mail, new cushion etc - if she uses the sink, then she's well behaved!
We have always had 'odd' cats. One in particular was a rescue cat and had a very traumatic first few months of life - Anyway it hates women, in fact hates almost everybody except my OH - adores him and always has, will scratch my eyes out even now if I pick her up and we have her about 6 years now!. Anyway when we first got her every single day she used to pee on my pillow and any clothes belonging to me around the house- did this for over a year - nearly drove me to drink I tell ya! Never once did she pee on anything belonging to him, to test this I put some of my clothes on the floor but covered them with his jumper, came home and found that she has pulled his jumper out of the way and pee'd on my clothes anyway
- eventually she got her head around the fact that I was going anywhere and grudgingly accepts me in the house now!
- eventually she got her head around the fact that I was going anywhere and grudgingly accepts me in the house now!
Cats motto :- no matter what you've done wrong, always make sure it looks like the dog did it.