Richard Webb wrote to James Bradley <=-
NOt being a cat person I'm not that familiar with their
behavior patterns, but two things have to happen. Get rid
[...] then deny them the area [...] removing the [safty] trigger
... <G+D>
Not being a cat person either - it still didn't prevent me from
adopting one from dad's estate. <L>
I'm glad I"ve never really had to do that. Cats and
blindness are in some ways incompatible, unless you wish to
deny the cat traits which are hard wired into it for its
survival, which I'm not willing to do. HEnce I don't have
a cat. I've lived places where a housemate had a cat, and
the feline and I coexisted a bit uneasily, but for my own
part
I've not had a cat for those reasons. I'm unwilling to
declaw one, those claws are a natural survival tool, as its
ability to move silently. The second is anatehma to a blind man.
"Anatehma" Had to look that one up, and never *expected* it to be in the dictionary! <chuckle>
Dad and the cat used to live next door, and was always welcome in my house
if he needed a break from one of his many outings. I was once in charge of
him for a week when the allergic BIL was staying with dad, so he was as comfortable here as I was relieved to send him on his way when he was
getting demanding. (Something he was *well* trained to do. ;-)
On dad's passing, it seemed the least traumatic for the cat - somewhere
around Twelve y.o. at the time - and it didn't seem like it was going to be too much of an adjustment for me. (Boy, could *I* be shortsighted!) Dammit,
if I didn't love the bugger, and he seemed to tolerate me so I had little choice but to keep things as calm as I could, so now I have a boss!
I have to laugh at people that say "... doesn't get up on
the couch." YEah right, soon as you're not around fido's
on the couch snoozing away. HE hears your car pull up, off
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Well trained/conditioned. If the pet misses the sound of the engine pulling up, the familiar jingle of the keys in the lock give them
the definitive clue to get off the furniture. All is well in
Fido-land. <EG>
YEp, and the unpleasant part becomes your arrival if
caught, which isn't what you're going for.
I shudder when a person *finally* gets their pets to come, (Yes, cats
'round here seem to even go out for walks, including mine!) and proceed to scold them for note coming earlier. What a reward!
<snip>
I told a new mom that every parent should be required to own a dog
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necessities of life to an animal, and learn how to coexist with any modicum of harmony and decorum, a "baby license" should not be
issued.
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By my own standards I wouldn't have received one <grin>.
At the time I was parenting the music was #1, and all other
numbers in single or double digits.
I'll wager that you'd be a better parent than you make yourself out as.
I'll also put money on it, that I *wouldn't* be as good as I suspected. No matter. Most of them make it up as they go along, and as long as they more
for the good... (Deliberately ellipsing the negative.) Even still, out of
the worst scenarios some greatness can arise, but if basic needs are being
met - hence my "Own a dog first!" philosophy.
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of king mattresses rest on two smaller box-springs, so that would
have been the way to go.
THat's the way this one was set up, two queen size box
No, those would be *way* too big. Likely two singles add up to one
king-size. A queen is a couple-four inches smaller than a king.
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friendly local library. From some of the questions he's
Oh, I would even encourage him to entertain the grumpy librarian,
and travel some distance if need be.
<rotflmao>.
"Shhhh... Be vewy vewy quiet.... " <L>
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remember that canines are indeed social animals, they're
pack animals by nature, it's hardwired in. ONe has to
assert pack leadership status or the canine will assert it.
After all, somebody *must* lead the pack.
"My dog ALWAYS eats before I do." Who's the leader of *that* pack? <How I'd like to thump *them* on the head when they wonder why fido snarls.>
I'll charge, that *any* animal is social. Where a feline differs the most,
is it will first try to leave a pack, where a K-9 is always looking to join one. Dad - also a staunch "dog person" - had two cats including this one
here. When my dog would visit dad and his two cats, this one would slink
away, and his former cat and my dog would fight. (Actually, a *very*
spirited play.) As long as the dog was gone, this cat was boss.
My first and only dog was a Spaniel-Terrier (suspected... His dad
was a fence jumper.) As such, he was greedy with food, and *loved*
his independence. Since his passing, I learned a new trick to
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INdeed, I can see that in those. Rotties are a bit stubborn too
<grin>.
My guy was ironically marked *exactly* like a Rottie, but with three white boots. He was very protective of the home too. One spring day, I had the balcony door wide open. While I was pharting around with something or
another, I noticed him alert to the side of the balcony but quiet as a
mouse. Just as I heard the clink of a bicycle chain on my front walk, he
goes ballistic less than two feet from a traspasser's ear. I watched that bicycle waddle down our front walk in a slow speed wheel-wobble all the way
to the parked cars on the street. How he kept it out of the dirt was more
luck than anything but my, was he ever close to planting his face into one
of those cars.
<snip>
When you mentioned Ceasar, my notion went towards Rome. <L>
... A pet owner should not however ignore other sources.
INdeed, I wish I could recall some of the other good ones
I've seen over the years, I'd offer Matt title author and
isbn, but I can't at the moment.
I haven't had a need to do any research for years. Health is likely to keep
me from (humanely anyway) having another K-9 under my charge. Cats can find their own way. <bwa-ha-ha>
... Science asks how. Philosophy asks why. Cats couldn't care less.
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