>no cat thread
You had one job, /b/.
That's better! Thanks guys!
Thumbnail had me worried, wasn't gonna click, but no problems after all. Nice!
I need pictures. Pictures of depressed looking cats.
This makes me wish I had a camera when I lived with my old roommate and his bobcat. I didn't know it was a 100% pure bobcat until he moved out, he played with us and my cat so gently.
I have a cat that plays fetch, did so since he was a kitten. I named him "Doggie." He also greets me at the door when I get home and growls at people who comes near the house... when he is not napping.
My cat (now in the great cardboard box in the sky) once retrieved a pigeon I shot out of a tree next to our garden. She taught me that "pigeon" in cat is "ack" - because that's the noise she made every time she saw one in the garden.
Mind you, "ack" could have been a cat abbreviation for "go get your gun, you dumb human - there's another one of those feathered rats in the garden"
Don't forget to collar your convicts - explodingkittens.com/kittyconvict
That subvocalizing when seeing a bird (or most any prey) is so cute - though I always wonder why it never occurs to them they might scare the bird away!
I think they only do it when they know they can't actually hunt it, like when the cat is watching through a window.
And clearly Leo was looking at other small birds - "pigeon" is definitely a single "ack"
Some of my cats have done it even while outside and stalking quite catchable birds.
I wonder whether at some point it was in some way helpful in hunting, or if like the mascara lines on cheetahs it's just the result of an evolutionary bottleneck somewhere long ago (where the vocalizing might just have been a behavior of a cat who was very successful for some completely different reason).
Jus' teasin' m8, jus' havin' a laff. Relax, enjoy your night/morning, and thanks for joinin' the party!
Families name their pets after favorite characters all the time.
Maybe the kids were fans of Tara Lynn Foxx?
them legs and skin color..
I was visiting Cat Haven (a big cat sanctuary near Kings Canyon - Sequoia National Parks in California) and was walking by the area for their black leopard. She was on the far side of her area, I turned my head away for just an instant, and when I turned back just a fraction of a second later she was *right there* at the cage mesh staring at me.
It was the only time in my life I've felt, without any doubt, like prey.
I've looked into the eyes of a tiger through glass. There was no doubt what was running through its mind and it sure wasn't "please rub my tummy".
There was no obvious anger or hatred, just a sense of implacable calm, power, superiority and "little man, if it wasn't for the glass....."
The people with lion/tiger/whatever "friends" always end up getting mauled
Do you hug your pussy /b/?