Sneaky (cat!)

Folks, please refrain from the tirades. Not the place.

And don't throw stones when you don't know your apostrophes in what I'll assume to be your mother tongue, ironically enough that's another cliché about the group in question, no?
 
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Early this morning, after breakfast. After Sneaky ate, he tried to guilt me into letting him inside. He slipped in anyway and ran down to the basement. Had to chase him down before he slithered into a space where I couldn't reach him!

I carried him upstairs and he purred while I held him, till I went outside with him and he got mad and wanted down, lol.
 
Folks, please refrain from the tirades. Not the place.

And don't throw stones when you don't know your apostrophes in what I'll assume to be your mother tongue, ironically enough that's another cliché about the group in question, no?



Thank you!
 
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Early this morning, after breakfast. After Sneaky ate, he tried to guilt me into letting him inside. He slipped in anyway and ran down to the basement. Had to chase him down before he slithered into a space where I couldn't reach him!

I carried him upstairs and he purred while I held him, till I went outside with him and he got mad and wanted down, lol.

Ha ha. Cats gotta be cats. And that is surely cat behaviour. My little girl is as sweet as pie but in a flash can turn angry if she does not get what she wants or otherwise gets annoyed. Then in another flash is back to being happy and purring, hopping onto my lap for reassurance. Cats are 2 year olds with a fur pelt.
 
Ha ha. Cats gotta be cats. And that is surely cat behaviour. My little girl is as sweet as pie but in a flash can turn angry if she does not get what she wants or otherwise gets annoyed. Then in another flash is back to being happy and purring, hopping onto my lap for reassurance. Cats are 2 year olds with a fur pelt.




Yep. Typical Feline Behaviour. I need to go check on him, but I bet he's out there on my car waiting for me now.
 
My wife rescued a grey tabby which someone had dropped off near our church. She named him Bigfoot since he does have big feet, with extra toes. He apparently likes it here in the woods with us; he's been here about 10 years. He brings us wild game (meadow voles, incautious birds, the occasional rabbit, and two bats. One of the bats got dropped into the water dish, and my wife, thinking it was a leaf, went to fish it out, and it bit her. She got the whole series of shots to ward off rabies; next time it happens she only needs a booster.)

Occasionally, one of the specialty TV channels will run a show about The Search For Bigfoot. Usually these are set in Oregon, Washington, British Columbia, or other seaport towns. We laugh, because we know they're looking in the wrong place. Bigfoot lives with us.

With best regards,

Pfreddee(Stephen)
 
Chris, I've noticed that Sneaky's coat is looking much better-seems eating regularly agrees with him.

Maybe he just needed food and someone to love him.
 
My wife rescued a grey tabby which someone had dropped off near our church. She named him Bigfoot since he does have big feet, with extra toes. He apparently likes it here in the woods with us; he's been here about 10 years. He brings us wild game (meadow voles, incautious birds, the occasional rabbit, and two bats. One of the bats got dropped into the water dish, and my wife, thinking it was a leaf, went to fish it out, and it bit her. She got the whole series of shots to ward off rabies; next time it happens she only needs a booster.)

Occasionally, one of the specialty TV channels will run a show about The Search For Bigfoot. Usually these are set in Oregon, Washington, British Columbia, or other seaport towns. We laugh, because we know they're looking in the wrong place. Bigfoot lives with us.

With best regards,

Pfreddee(Stephen)




Geez, you'd think he'd have been nice enough to KILL the bat before leaving it in his water bowl :p




Chris, I've noticed that Sneaky's coat is looking much better-seems eating regularly agrees with him.

Maybe he just needed food and someone to love him.


I think his health has improved a lot. He's also gaining weight. He was so bony and malnurished when he first began coming around.


My dad just dropped by and sneaky rubbed all over his legs and feet, too. :D
 
Here in Yokosuka, Japan we had a stray cat neutered and it’s ear was clipped when the operation was over. I thought it was a Japanese thing, didn’t realize it was more of an international thing.

Be kind of funny if guys that got a vasectomy had a notch cut in their ear.

Mike
 
Here in Yokosuka, Japan we had a stray cat neutered and it’s ear was clipped when the operation was over. I thought it was a Japanese thing, didn’t realize it was more of an international thing.

Be kind of funny if guys that got a vasectomy had a notch cut in their ear.

Mike




Well, to be fair, they don't "neuter" men. Cats get their balls cut off!
 
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Steak for dinner!

Last night, I grilled steaks on my outdoor grill while Sneaky watched. After we ate, I had leftovers for him. Went out to get his food bowl, and of course he slithered in past me. He jumped up on a stool in my kitchen to supervise me filling his bowl, which looked cute so I grabbed my camera to get a photo of him sitting there. As I was taking the picture he suddenly went for the food!

I snatched the bowl and said "Sneaky, outside to eat!" He ran for the door. The steak disappeared FAST after I put the bowl down!
 
I like that!


Yup, Chris, he's definitely your cat now. (Or perhaps more accurately, you're his!)


I'm utterly charmed by these cat behaviors and I often tell my Joey, "You're such a cat!"


- Murray
 
We've had 5 cats over the years. Only 2 right now. I used to let them outside, but so many bad things happen to cats outside, not to mention the reduction of birds that I rather like in the yard, and the vet bills, and the nasty kids down the street, and the diseases (toxoplasmosis is not a joke), ticks and fleas, and the racooons and opossums and coyotes and mtn lions and roaming dogs and other cats, and the vet telling me my cat was expected to live only 3-5 years as an outdoor cat but at least 13 years as an indoor cat -- well, my wife and I decided to make them indoor. The transition was easier than we thought it would be. Leo and Max lived to be 17, Java lived to be 23! We cried like babies when they passed. Today we have Pandora and Nina -- my son named them when he still lived at home. Great cats will be true family members and enrich your life beyond expectations. BTW, dogs are great too, but don't make it as easy to go on trips. Cats will hang out at home for a week (with a friend stopping by to feed) and not get too perturbed when you return. Dogs freak out and carry lifelong emotional scars if you leave for a 3-day weekend. Thus, we enjoy our friends dogs, but cats are our family members.

Sneaky is a beautiful kitty. Lucky you, lucky cat. It will be a wonderful adventure.
 
Oh, and now you need to get another Leica Chris. There is a stong connection ya know ;). Only Leica cameras can photograph a cat and show its soul :D.


(Yes, I snap pics of my cats with a Leica -- guilty!)
 
Oh, and now you need to get another Leica Chris. There is a stong connection ya know ;). Only Leica cameras can photograph a cat and show its soul :D.


(Yes, I snap pics of my cats with a Leica -- guilty!)




Someone should send me one :D


Honestly, though I probably wouldn't use one much unless it was a digital Leica. I haven't been shooting film anymore because of my health problems. Its hard for me to be on my feet in the cold basement for the time it takes to develop it. I just don't feel well enough anymore.


About outdoor cats: My grandpa's cat, Molly, lived 20 years and she went out every day. In fact, if not allowed out, she would get mad and bully the dog. She was meaner than Hell, and used to attack neighbors' large dogs for fun, and is known to have killed two rattlesnakes.


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Molly demanding to be let out. She murdered more than 9000 small animals during her 20 year life.
 
We've had 5 cats over the years. Only 2 right now. I used to let them outside, but so many bad things happen to cats outside, not to mention the reduction of birds that I rather like in the yard, and the vet bills, and the nasty kids down the street, and the diseases (toxoplasmosis is not a joke), ticks and fleas, and the racooons and opossums and coyotes and mtn lions and roaming dogs and other cats, and the vet telling me my cat was expected to live only 3-5 years as an outdoor cat but at least 13 years as an indoor cat -- well, my wife and I decided to make them indoor. The transition was easier than we thought it would be. Leo and Max lived to be 17, Java lived to be 23! We cried like babies when they passed. Today we have Pandora and Nina -- my son named them when he still lived at home. Great cats will be true family members and enrich your life beyond expectations. BTW, dogs are great too, but don't make it as easy to go on trips. Cats will hang out at home for a week (with a friend stopping by to feed) and not get too perturbed when you return. Dogs freak out and carry lifelong emotional scars if you leave for a 3-day weekend. Thus, we enjoy our friends dogs, but cats are our family members.

Sneaky is a beautiful kitty. Lucky you, lucky cat. It will be a wonderful adventure.
Agreed! We've had one cat break over 20 years and the vet was impressed. But far too many over the years have perished in surrounding streets, so for their protection our crew have been indoor cats for many years now. We had a custom window slider made with a cat door incorporated so they could come and go at will... OUR will, as the cat door could be set to let them in-only, out-only, both in and out, or neither. They were always in for the night. One sad fatality involved our male cat chasing off a trespassing cat and, distracted by the task at hand, he didn't pay his usual attention to traffic in the street. Too many fatalities out there.

We now have a 19-year-old brother/sister pair who were born strays in the crawl space under an apartment building. We also have a semi-Siamese female of 6 years who had been dumped as a kitten at Costco, and is now a big armful of love. And last Fall we took in three tiny kittens who had been abandoned along a country road and brought to the vet by a kind stranger. They're now "teenagers" nearly full-grown age ~ 8 months. They needed a mother, and our 6-yr-old Cassandra delightfully adopted them as hers. They were lucky as kittens not to have been taken by an owl or coyote... All seem content to stay inside and "police" the property safely from within! Hopefully your Pandora and Nina will have long comfortable lives. And good luck to Sneaky, Chris!
 
Chris,

Congratulations on joining cat world. From this thread, it's obvious that RFF has lots of cat fanciers. My wife and I have 6 now, after losing one last year. I still haven't figured out how animals with brains the size of Brazil nuts can run our lives.

Chip
 
Chris,

Congratulations on joining cat world. From this thread, it's obvious that RFF has lots of cat fanciers. My wife and I have 6 now, after losing one last year. I still haven't figured out how animals with brains the size of Brazil nuts can run our lives.

Chip




I've had cats before, but its been a few years.




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This is Simba. He loved to eat and weighed 23lb at his fattest. He lived his entire life at my parents house, since he was born there.

When I lived in Santa Fe, my parents got a gigantic Great Pyrenees dog, who Simba terrorized ceaselessly. He would attack the dog and steal her food if someone gave the dog something good! He would drink only from the dog's water bowl, just because he knew it upset the dog when he did that, and he often attacked the dog just for walking past him.

He was greedy and cynical and was willing to manipulate anyone who might feed him more. It was funny to see how people would think he was the sweetest cat ever when they first met him, because he would kiss up to new people immediately in hopes of being fed more. I'd dash their illusions by asking him if he wanted food, at which point he would LEAP away from his new friend to run over to me!

I loved him, even though he was greedy and openly sold his friendship to the highest bidder. He died on July 22, 2010. My son and I still miss him. The dog smiled for a week after he died.
 
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