tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post5213418686600653744..comments2023-10-28T19:42:01.039+01:00Comments on Going fast, getting nowhere: Cats, eh?Richardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post-75777954200360487082010-05-29T15:38:38.195+01:002010-05-29T15:38:38.195+01:00Thank you for the insight. I suspect the second o...Thank you for the insight. I suspect the second of your explanations (referencing the rankness of said faecal product) is the right one.<br /><br />She shits, she zooms. I would.<br /><br />As always, Mark Twain is very good value.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post-52310064614517319402010-05-29T02:03:04.789+01:002010-05-29T02:03:04.789+01:00Cats are just excellent, in so many ways. Never un...Cats are just excellent, in so many ways. Never understood how people couldn't appreciate them - but, there again, I've been around them all my life (not in a Jungle Book kind of way, obviously). We have four at the moment, which is just about right, although it does limit the places where I'm allowed to sit...<br /><br />Lots of cats do the post-poo running-around thing, never completely explained. One school of thought is that, having created a very olfactory territorial mark, it's all about then checking the territory to see if everyone's well aware who the top cat is. Personally, I suspect that, given the sensitivity of the average cat's nose and the rankness of the average cat shit, it's an attempt to get as far away from the bad smell as quickly as possible.<br /><br />A slight non sequitur - but one of my more favourite Mark Twain quotes (for he had lots to say about cats): "A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way."endemoniada_88noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post-30411403230258514832010-05-28T22:16:29.974+01:002010-05-28T22:16:29.974+01:00Aha. And aha again.
Smokey learned to 'go...Aha. And aha again.<br /><br />Smokey learned to 'go' outside as soon as we started letting her out of the house, but often she will come back in specifically to use the tray that is still there. I understood this to be sheer unco-operativeness on her part, but in fact she does her zooming around at the same sort of time.<br /><br />Perhaps she is just jet-propelled.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post-11241892725837754532010-05-28T21:28:35.528+01:002010-05-28T21:28:35.528+01:00Smokey doesn't have That Look - she's a bi...Smokey doesn't have That Look - she's a bit too aloof for communicating with mere humans. As for her favourite spot, well, she won't find me in the utility room sitting on the boiler :)<br /><br />Her best trick is the Wall Of Death - three high-speed circuits of the living room without touching the floor. She does it every morning after breakfast. I'd pay good money to know why.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post-26541344654020251162010-05-28T20:02:27.331+01:002010-05-28T20:02:27.331+01:00Your 'little joke' was appreciated, especi...Your 'little joke' was appreciated, especially as Smokey has taken to ripping up any important piece of paper that I have lying around and eating just enough to make it impossible to resurrect the original message. Apparently I have to call someone on 01 3 57 54 1 on a very urgent matter. I also now possess a P 5 form from my previous employer.<br /><br />Bastards is right. But charming bastards, nonetheless.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15743685798068014455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099099432720184584.post-15550070214750703952010-05-28T19:57:08.049+01:002010-05-28T19:57:08.049+01:00I was of course, having a little joke. It just sho...I was of course, having a little joke. It just shows how careful you have to be. I managed to lock a chicken in a shed overnight. They love to hide. We have a next door cat who wants to be my friend. I have so far resisted, which is all you can really do.Wrinkled Weaselhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05291551539649118631noreply@blogger.com