| 5 Aug 09, 9:23 AM ThedaVamp UK, 6 yrs |
Moar everything is the way to go - it's a kitten. That's what they do. She probably can't understand why you don't get this automatically seeing as she's so cute *blink blink* Peverted Pederast Puppetmistress Pimp Pandering to the Patriarchy... apparently |
| 5 Aug 09, 9:29 AM Rounded_With_An_Edge UK(WC), 5 yrs  |
Vocal cat's are adoreable, i had a beautiful russian blue who had an amazing vocal range, thus the conversations we had were varied and plentiful. I learned certain sounds he made towards certain things, and would mimic those sounds, using them to point things out to him of which more often than not he would respond. There was a local cat of who he was not too fond of, wasnt into fighting it more like a verbal dressing down, the sounds he used towards it i would use when i saw it, and out he would come running, joining in the "You need to get a haircut-wash-new outfit-better diet-more loving owner" cat advice. I miss him deeply, had such a wonderful personality, i hope whem my times up i meet him again for deep & meaningful conversations... |
| 5 Aug 09, 12:58 PM syndeetoo UK(WC), 6 yrs  |
I've had a really weird morning. It was humid, so I'm sitting on a bench in the garden in my bikini bottoms, mug of rose tea on the small square table by my side, along with a large coffee- table type knitting book, my paper pattern and some needles. Along comes catte, we call her tubby or golly depending on how rough she is looking (tubby is for rough). She jumped up on the table and knocked my paper pattern on to the grass. get down I said, off there, and she turned round, knocking my needles on to the ground and into the slats of the table, and put the end of her tail in my tea. Then she sat next to me and started patting my string of wool that I was knitting with. Stoppit I cried, but she had it in her mouf by then, so I had to pull it out of her claws and get it out of her mouf, at which she jumped back onto the table, my book fell off, she jumped down, my wool ball fell on the floor. As I continued to knit and got to the wet cat spit part of the wool, I noticed she was playing with my ball of wool under the bench, so I picked her up, changed the wool onto my left hand side of the bench, out of her way, and put her on the bench on my right. She then licked my leg. gettoff! I said, she looked at me and purred. Then she licked my arm. Then she drank from my mug of rose tea. nutty cat Very likely a response to a defenestration moment..................... |
| 5 Aug 09, 2:30 PM penwiggle UK(CB), 5 yrs  |
I wish I could have a cat  But as I rent, I can't.Not only are they good fun, but also eat nasty scary spiders. Might have to talk to my landlords.... You say Ouch like it's a bad word. |
