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Cat question! :O)
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Hi all!
I was just wondering something....When Jessie, my 2 yr old kitty, comes back from her gallivanting outside, I always greet her by asking if she had fun (I know, I know...I'm a weirdo). She ALWAYS responds by rolling on the floor on her back. Any other cats do that?
I know she's not asking for a belly rub, because she doesn't like them. :O(
She's a VERY affectionate cat, so could it be that she is "talking" to me, and saying "hi"? lol
She also does it whenever she comes back from a nap and I talk to her.
I was just wondering something....When Jessie, my 2 yr old kitty, comes back from her gallivanting outside, I always greet her by asking if she had fun (I know, I know...I'm a weirdo). She ALWAYS responds by rolling on the floor on her back. Any other cats do that?
I know she's not asking for a belly rub, because she doesn't like them. :O(
She's a VERY affectionate cat, so could it be that she is "talking" to me, and saying "hi"? lol
She also does it whenever she comes back from a nap and I talk to her.
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eash, "I read somewhere that when cats show their bellies it is a sign of trust." Now that is totally convincing. I wish you remembered where you read it. They have not been so well protected from nature red in tooth and claw for all that long, and do not lightly expose their soft underbelly.
It took our latest till she turned 1yr to trust us this much. We got her from a rescue centre at 5mths, and I am afraid it was obvious she had had good reason to distrust trust in that time. Now that she shows she does trust us we pretend to think she wants a tummy tickle and she pretends to like it, for as long as she can put up with it!
Max, I agree about the looking intently. What about quizzically? Or adoringly? We once had a changeling that was more like a dog, licks and all, but this one doesnt do anything as lovely as the face-touching in bed, tyvm. She has only just started to master claw retraction! She pokes and prods every time you start to nod off, to say "You're not getting away with that! I'm still studying you through my quizzing glass."
But talkative she's not, though we know more than the lot of you about talkative. The strong silent type (called Nonki, 'nonchalant, laid back' in Japanese), but scrupulously polite in her minimalist way: "I'm back!" "May I come in?" "What if I eat a prawn or two for you?" "No?" "I could make do with any delicious titbits if it please your Honour... I just popped in on my way to an appointment, to check you were all right, but must rush, so if I could have it NOW..."
And max, I share your conviction that cat toys will be the only thing to survive a world cataclysm, but they are not lost! Any more than a dog loses a bone. Do any? It is just a ploy to get more. I have even seen them check their hiding places. Hoarders dont flog things, jenna.
It took our latest till she turned 1yr to trust us this much. We got her from a rescue centre at 5mths, and I am afraid it was obvious she had had good reason to distrust trust in that time. Now that she shows she does trust us we pretend to think she wants a tummy tickle and she pretends to like it, for as long as she can put up with it!
Max, I agree about the looking intently. What about quizzically? Or adoringly? We once had a changeling that was more like a dog, licks and all, but this one doesnt do anything as lovely as the face-touching in bed, tyvm. She has only just started to master claw retraction! She pokes and prods every time you start to nod off, to say "You're not getting away with that! I'm still studying you through my quizzing glass."
But talkative she's not, though we know more than the lot of you about talkative. The strong silent type (called Nonki, 'nonchalant, laid back' in Japanese), but scrupulously polite in her minimalist way: "I'm back!" "May I come in?" "What if I eat a prawn or two for you?" "No?" "I could make do with any delicious titbits if it please your Honour... I just popped in on my way to an appointment, to check you were all right, but must rush, so if I could have it NOW..."
And max, I share your conviction that cat toys will be the only thing to survive a world cataclysm, but they are not lost! Any more than a dog loses a bone. Do any? It is just a ploy to get more. I have even seen them check their hiding places. Hoarders dont flog things, jenna.
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Any cat lover must know how I would have liked to go on about all the other feline chancers we have had over the years, but now that we have lost them to the Grim Reaper,the word limit is probably for the best, tho I dont really see why we have to be under these schoolmarmish restraints.
I felt after all I could not bear to tell you about these dear dead family members, but believe me, nobody on this thread has come within a million miles of exhausting the catalogue of the idiosyncrasies of Catz. I recognize plenty of those touched on, though.
I can only say that we are mad to love them so much. Only yesterday The Times had psychiatrists saying love was a form of insanity.
When our last cat started fixin' to be a vociferously demanding Old Person with galloping dementia and the delusion that she could take running jumps at Dobermann Pinschers, I felt I couldn't take the grief any more and had finished with pets, but wavered when my wife had the crazy idea that we could console ourselves by bridging the gap with a dog after many years of cold turkey (stoically borne because dogs are so much more demanding from start to finish - so needy as opposed to humouring our own needs as cats do). Aghast, my son said "Have you any idea of how much worse it'll make that cat??" So more cold turkey till after her pathetic disintegration. Yup, and then what? More Catz it is!
Any cat lover must know how I would have liked to go on about all the other feline chancers we have had over the years, but now that we have lost them to the Grim Reaper,the word limit is probably for the best, tho I dont really see why we have to be under these schoolmarmish restraints.
I felt after all I could not bear to tell you about these dear dead family members, but believe me, nobody on this thread has come within a million miles of exhausting the catalogue of the idiosyncrasies of Catz. I recognize plenty of those touched on, though.
I can only say that we are mad to love them so much. Only yesterday The Times had psychiatrists saying love was a form of insanity.
When our last cat started fixin' to be a vociferously demanding Old Person with galloping dementia and the delusion that she could take running jumps at Dobermann Pinschers, I felt I couldn't take the grief any more and had finished with pets, but wavered when my wife had the crazy idea that we could console ourselves by bridging the gap with a dog after many years of cold turkey (stoically borne because dogs are so much more demanding from start to finish - so needy as opposed to humouring our own needs as cats do). Aghast, my son said "Have you any idea of how much worse it'll make that cat??" So more cold turkey till after her pathetic disintegration. Yup, and then what? More Catz it is!
wow Mallam! you definitely have a way with words! :O)
Well, breaking news!!! I have "met" Jessie's suitor, the big black tomcat! I open my curtain, and went "wait a minute...you're not Jessie???" lol
Turns out she brought him here to my backyard door (where she comes in and out of), and when I opened it, he tentatively came in, and had a slow tour of my lounge....then went back out. Jessie was still at the door, looking at me with wild eyes, and making a weird guttural sound I've never heard her make...
So....Is he a friend or a bully? I don't know yet. I left a bowl of catfood outside, in case he's homeless. We'll see how the relationship progresses! lol
He sis let me stroke him, so I guess he belongs to someone, but he doesn't have a collar. But then, neither does Jess...She can't stand them! :O(
Well, breaking news!!! I have "met" Jessie's suitor, the big black tomcat! I open my curtain, and went "wait a minute...you're not Jessie???" lol
Turns out she brought him here to my backyard door (where she comes in and out of), and when I opened it, he tentatively came in, and had a slow tour of my lounge....then went back out. Jessie was still at the door, looking at me with wild eyes, and making a weird guttural sound I've never heard her make...
So....Is he a friend or a bully? I don't know yet. I left a bowl of catfood outside, in case he's homeless. We'll see how the relationship progresses! lol
He sis let me stroke him, so I guess he belongs to someone, but he doesn't have a collar. But then, neither does Jess...She can't stand them! :O(
That's what I was afraid of, Ice. She's totally fine now, and didn't request to go out any more.
Maybe she was trying to protect me, bless her little heart?? lol
Aw...I wish I could be sure they're mates and he's not a bully...
I have been thinking of adopting another cat for a while, so I want to be sure she'll be fine with it. But then, this might not be a true reflection of her personality, if he's a bully?
Oh dear...am I thinking too much about my cat's relationships?? lmao!
Maybe she was trying to protect me, bless her little heart?? lol
Aw...I wish I could be sure they're mates and he's not a bully...
I have been thinking of adopting another cat for a while, so I want to be sure she'll be fine with it. But then, this might not be a true reflection of her personality, if he's a bully?
Oh dear...am I thinking too much about my cat's relationships?? lmao!
Aw! Linda, I bet that's what it was...she's a possessive little critter! lol
that was so weird, because the tomcat made that sound first when he was leaving, the she responded with the same. I really have never heard that sound before! Neither of them were in an "aggressive" mode either. Mmmhh...guess I'll see more of the Big Black Tom soon! lol
that was so weird, because the tomcat made that sound first when he was leaving, the she responded with the same. I really have never heard that sound before! Neither of them were in an "aggressive" mode either. Mmmhh...guess I'll see more of the Big Black Tom soon! lol
night icey :-)...There might be a bit of the ole sexual tension going on there,even if they've both been "done" !! Our poor ole Yasmin (badly named cos he turned out to be male!)...used to get quite amorous to "wee man"..and he always used that gutteral tone!! I always separated them in time!!..Wee Man was most relieved;-)
The black boy sounds quite polite too, with his 'tentative' pussy-footing in. Just an impression:I don't think he's a bully, but I dont think theyre the best of friends quite yet. The guttural sound may mean "Watch it! Dont take liberties. Not if you hope to get any caterwauling going once the guttural bit has done its stuff.
But I have to report that we had just such a collarless black boy sashay straight in, and all that happened was our cat struck a Gorgon pose with all the snakes on her head hissing their heads off. I heard no gutturals. He still sauntered through as though he owned the place, and none of the existing inhabitants had any say in the matter. She changed her tack to mount a legal challenge in humiao language, marshalling what sounded like pretty convincing legal arguments, all by way of showing off her facility in that pidgin. He just looked at her with utter contempt, conveying the sentiment "you stu-pid bitch" without any phonation at all, Eventually she gave up and thereafter tried to teach him her exquisite manners, but she was hyperintelligent and he was a complete thicko. The nearest he got to the idea was just following her around. When it was indicated to him by polite indirections that this was not the object of the exercise, he peed on her dinner. But they soon found a modus vivendi. There was ******-all we could have done about the situation. I had once had to report myself for cruelty after having had the temerity to try to interverne in a situation the previous principles concerned had simply had to sort out for themselves. So have to give Prince Ed the benfit of the doubt.
But I have to report that we had just such a collarless black boy sashay straight in, and all that happened was our cat struck a Gorgon pose with all the snakes on her head hissing their heads off. I heard no gutturals. He still sauntered through as though he owned the place, and none of the existing inhabitants had any say in the matter. She changed her tack to mount a legal challenge in humiao language, marshalling what sounded like pretty convincing legal arguments, all by way of showing off her facility in that pidgin. He just looked at her with utter contempt, conveying the sentiment "you stu-pid bitch" without any phonation at all, Eventually she gave up and thereafter tried to teach him her exquisite manners, but she was hyperintelligent and he was a complete thicko. The nearest he got to the idea was just following her around. When it was indicated to him by polite indirections that this was not the object of the exercise, he peed on her dinner. But they soon found a modus vivendi. There was ******-all we could have done about the situation. I had once had to report myself for cruelty after having had the temerity to try to interverne in a situation the previous principles concerned had simply had to sort out for themselves. So have to give Prince Ed the benfit of the doubt.
