It's Caturday- Post some cats (vol 3)
Discussion
Yipper said:
Black and white cats are cool. They always seem to have more charisma / character than any other cats (except, perhaps, ginger toms).
Our black and white is hard work. Not a lap cat, and can transition from getting rubs and purring to a biting lion in the blink of an eye. We've had a number of visitors who've stated that this is a blank & white trait.Chris Type R said:
Our black and white is hard work. Not a lap cat, and can transition from getting rubs and purring to a biting lion in the blink of an eye. We've had a number of visitors who've stated that this is a blank & white trait.
my tuxedo cat is the same, sometimes a lap cat though but not a fan of affection for too long.The Spruce goose said:
my tuxedo cat is the same, sometimes a lap cat though but not a fan of affection for too long.
Ours changes character when the lights are turned off and we go to bed - then she's on a chest purring and headbutting. Almost as if saying "sorry for treating you like s
t all day human servant, have a little sugar".Our black and white old man is the same, will not be held for more than 5 seconds but if its a bit chilly he will lay on your head at night.
Never aggressive though, and wouldn't do much harm if he was due to being down to his last two teeth! Loves chicken and tends to just sit by the fridge waiting for a treat... Has lost his meow too so you can just hear the noise of a mouth opening and closing when he wants it
Never aggressive though, and wouldn't do much harm if he was due to being down to his last two teeth! Loves chicken and tends to just sit by the fridge waiting for a treat... Has lost his meow too so you can just hear the noise of a mouth opening and closing when he wants it
Many years ago, we lived next to a farm - and its cats. Several of whom had their wicked way with our female moggie at one time or another. But she would have her kittens wherever it suited her and often disappeared for days, much to our concern.
This led to the appearance one day of a genial ginger and white kitten which immediately adopted us - he was as soft as anything and never showed his claws, just happy to potter about and purr....
But then came Felix. A virtually feral black-and-white savage which also turned up to be fed, then barged the Labrador out of the way to get a prime spot by the fire. But he wouldn't let anyone touch him, he just hissed and growled. We thought that it would just take time for him to settle.
Then we moved house. No problem with the ginger-and-white (now neutered) tom, but we couldn't just leave Felix behind to fend for himself. Somehow my father caught him and popped him into a canvas bag for the 5 mile journey. The yowls and growls coming from the bag were quite something! Arriving at the new house, Felix was let out. But he was happy just to stalk around inspecting the breakfast room, eventually deciding that 'his' place would be in an old dog basket next to the Aga. He lived on for several years, but never became tame.
I was at boarding school at the time and one day a letter from home told me that Felix had evidently decided he'd try pastures new and was last seen hopping over the garden wall, never to return.
I always wondered whether my parents weren't being a little economic with the truth about his disappearance...
This led to the appearance one day of a genial ginger and white kitten which immediately adopted us - he was as soft as anything and never showed his claws, just happy to potter about and purr....
But then came Felix. A virtually feral black-and-white savage which also turned up to be fed, then barged the Labrador out of the way to get a prime spot by the fire. But he wouldn't let anyone touch him, he just hissed and growled. We thought that it would just take time for him to settle.
Then we moved house. No problem with the ginger-and-white (now neutered) tom, but we couldn't just leave Felix behind to fend for himself. Somehow my father caught him and popped him into a canvas bag for the 5 mile journey. The yowls and growls coming from the bag were quite something! Arriving at the new house, Felix was let out. But he was happy just to stalk around inspecting the breakfast room, eventually deciding that 'his' place would be in an old dog basket next to the Aga. He lived on for several years, but never became tame.
I was at boarding school at the time and one day a letter from home told me that Felix had evidently decided he'd try pastures new and was last seen hopping over the garden wall, never to return.
I always wondered whether my parents weren't being a little economic with the truth about his disappearance...
nickwilcock said:
Many years ago, we lived next to a farm - and its cats. Several of whom had their wicked way with our female moggie at one time or another. But she would have her kittens wherever it suited her and often disappeared for days, much to our concern.
This led to the appearance one day of a genial ginger and white kitten which immediately adopted us - he was as soft as anything and never showed his claws, just happy to potter about and purr....
But then came Felix. A virtually feral black-and-white savage which also turned up to be fed, then barged the Labrador out of the way to get a prime spot by the fire. But he wouldn't let anyone touch him, he just hissed and growled. We thought that it would just take time for him to settle.
Then we moved house. No problem with the ginger-and-white (now neutered) tom, but we couldn't just leave Felix behind to fend for himself. Somehow my father caught him and popped him into a canvas bag for the 5 mile journey. The yowls and growls coming from the bag were quite something! Arriving at the new house, Felix was let out. But he was happy just to stalk around inspecting the breakfast room, eventually deciding that 'his' place would be in an old dog basket next to the Aga. He lived on for several years, but never became tame.
I was at boarding school at the time and one day a letter from home told me that Felix had evidently decided he'd try pastures new and was last seen hopping over the garden wall, never to return.
I always wondered whether my parents weren't being a little economic with the truth about his disappearance...
When my children were young (7 and 10) we were in a village in the far north-west of Scotland on holiday. We struck up a conversation with a woman in a cottage garden and she was telling us about some 'accidental' kittens born to her cat. She winked and said they had been taken away "on holiday" in a fishing boat... My children said nothing at the time but they obviously talked about it between themselves and they still mention it even now and they are 40 and 43. They knew...This led to the appearance one day of a genial ginger and white kitten which immediately adopted us - he was as soft as anything and never showed his claws, just happy to potter about and purr....
But then came Felix. A virtually feral black-and-white savage which also turned up to be fed, then barged the Labrador out of the way to get a prime spot by the fire. But he wouldn't let anyone touch him, he just hissed and growled. We thought that it would just take time for him to settle.
Then we moved house. No problem with the ginger-and-white (now neutered) tom, but we couldn't just leave Felix behind to fend for himself. Somehow my father caught him and popped him into a canvas bag for the 5 mile journey. The yowls and growls coming from the bag were quite something! Arriving at the new house, Felix was let out. But he was happy just to stalk around inspecting the breakfast room, eventually deciding that 'his' place would be in an old dog basket next to the Aga. He lived on for several years, but never became tame.
I was at boarding school at the time and one day a letter from home told me that Felix had evidently decided he'd try pastures new and was last seen hopping over the garden wall, never to return.
I always wondered whether my parents weren't being a little economic with the truth about his disappearance...
Yipper said:
Black and white cats are cool. They always seem to have more charisma / character than any other cats (except, perhaps, ginger toms).
I'd have to agree with you there - I've always grown up with black and white cats who have real character. I'm not allowed one where I live now but there's one that belongs to a neighbour that likes to come in and sleep on our sofa. He's the best cat I've known!Edited by Yipper on Monday 29th May 13:31
Poor Billy! Having to wear one of the most diabolical devices which should NEVER have been invented - a bra with moulded cups. Cold spring days have never been the same since those wretched things were invented, whereas back in the 1970s, sheer (if any) bras under flimsy cheesecloth hippy blouses were MUCH more scenic....
Sorry, back to the thread. Greg66, that long-haired tabby with the daisies look so handsome!
Sorry, back to the thread. Greg66, that long-haired tabby with the daisies look so handsome!
nickwilcock said:
Poor Billy! Having to wear one of the most diabolical devices which should NEVER have been invented - a bra with moulded cups. Cold spring days have never been the same since those wretched things were invented, whereas back in the 1970s, sheer (if any) bras under flimsy cheesecloth hippy blouses were MUCH more scenic....
Sorry, back to the thread. Greg66, that long-haired tabby with the daisies look so handsome!
Sorry, back to the thread. Greg66, that long-haired tabby with the daisies look so handsome!
luckily we don't have to worry about such things with billy!Gretchen said:
Taken tonight, the kittens have temporary names and have started to develop their personalities.
Top left: Private Dancer - First born and literally obsessed with me. Always leaves the litter to come and find me and snuggle up. When I awake and say morning PD comes to the edge of the cage crying for me to fuss it. (This is my favourite but I can't tell anyone that).
Top right: Samsquantch. The biggest of the litter, was twice the size at one point, independent and confident. An explorer.
Bottom left: Gary Laser Eyes. Inquisitive. Always watching. Loves 'his' Mum.
Bottom right: Rorschach (although his new owners have said he's to be named Biscuits. I like Rorschach) A climber. Climbs anything he can. And loves feet. Including climbing feet.
How are they doing Gretchen?Top left: Private Dancer - First born and literally obsessed with me. Always leaves the litter to come and find me and snuggle up. When I awake and say morning PD comes to the edge of the cage crying for me to fuss it. (This is my favourite but I can't tell anyone that).
Top right: Samsquantch. The biggest of the litter, was twice the size at one point, independent and confident. An explorer.
Bottom left: Gary Laser Eyes. Inquisitive. Always watching. Loves 'his' Mum.
Bottom right: Rorschach (although his new owners have said he's to be named Biscuits. I like Rorschach) A climber. Climbs anything he can. And loves feet. Including climbing feet.
clarkmagpie said:
Has anyone any experience of cats and ducklings...
I really fancy some ducks for the garden but quite concerned that our feisty Bengal might see them as live posh nosh.
I've had various poultry/waterfowl for about 7 years. Albeit my Bengal is a house cat on the off ocassion he goes out (through the bathroom window and on to the barn roof then down on to the chicken shed roof) he just watches them. He's not once attempted to attack any. Same with my outside cat (and she's a proper mouser) she just watches. Of course the ducks/chickens have their own space and neither really invades on the other. I really fancy some ducks for the garden but quite concerned that our feisty Bengal might see them as live posh nosh.
My neighbour brought me a wild duck last year that she thinks one of her cats had attacked to see if I could do anything for it. Unfortunately it was unable to carry itself to eat/water so despite nurturing it for a few weeks it eventually passed. In that time it was in the house with the cats and dogs (my Lab loved it and would snuggle with it, Bengal would just sniff and run away).
As long as you house your ducks safely (you'll need to be just as precaustious against fox attack) and make sure your Bengal has enough meat in his diet to prevent hunting, ducks make a great addition. Though I'd also recommend going for a non flight bird, like an Aylesbury or a Campbell. I have mainly Campbell's (although had several call ducks donated to me - small flighty birds need regular wing clipping) as they were bred as layers and the daily fresh eggs are wonderful.
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