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Thu Apr 11, 2019, 11:05 PM

Tuna Out The Gifts

NOT my cat or my story. This is a story from a site I find very funny:
Falls Church, home, Non-Dialogue, Pets & Animals, Silly, USA, Virginia | Related | April 11, 2019

Many years ago we had a Maine Coon. He was as friendly as can be, unless you were a squirrel. His favorite thing to do was to decapitate a squirrel and then hide in the bushes next to the front door. As soon as the door would open, he would run inside with the poor thing and drop it on the carpet. I know he was trying to show us how to hunt, but this was a bit much to put up with.

Throwing them out didnít get the point across, so one day I tried a different tactic. This time I went to the kitchen, grabbed a can of tuna, and started eating it right in front of him. He picked up the dead squirrel and took it outside, and I didnít see him for three days. I never knew it was possible to insult a cat.

He did forgive me. And in the next 17 years, he never once brought another prize in the house.

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Fri Apr 12, 2019, 02:15 AM

1. Love it!

Many years ago we bought a house in Boulder, CO, that came with a cat. Long story, not worth repeating here. The cat in question was mostly outdoor, and as much of a cat lover as I am, because we had very young children, I was a bit cautious. In time, the cat adjusted to us, but she was still mostly out doors. Then we moved to the Kansas City area, and decided to bring the cat with us.

The very second day we were in our new house, I ran some errands with the kids, and when I got back home and got out of my car in the garage, there was, right in front of my feet as I got out of the car, a dead mouse. Yes! The cat was showing us that she would earn her keep in our new place.

She was, of course, a wonderful cat. Because she was used to being outside much of the time, as she got old and senile it was a problem, and more than once someone picked her up half a block away, knocked on our door and asked, "Is this your cat?"

I learned my lesson, and subsequent cats have been mostly indoors. Currently I am without cats, and my current life is such that I cannot be responsible for so much as a potted plant, but someday I hope to be a crazy cat lady once again. My son knows that if he ever needs to place me in a home to be sure to find one that has resident cats, because I would never be so senile that I would not love cats.

And while cats and dogs are quite different, the sentiments of loving and wanting to be with a non human companion is essentially the same. So for you who prefer dogs, just make a small mental adjustment here.

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