It might be more effective to put the skewered carcass in their habitat as a warning.
Seriously though, I’m severely allergic to cats, but they have their uses. Terriers are well known for their ability to hunt vermin as well.
To tell the truth, I love dogs, cats, and squirrels. They are all delicious in the Mongolian Beef and the local Chinese Buffet. I just wish they would denote which I was eating on the menu.
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But seriously, don’t do that. Your cat can get all sorts of nasty diseases from a squirrel bite.
No worries. :)
“Your cat can get all sorts of nasty diseases from a squirrel bite.”
That’s why I decided to stop feuding with Chet.
Rrreeorgh pft-pft!
No squirrels living here, but I do have mice in the ceiling and walls. They actually came out into my bedroom one night. I was sleeping and the sound of my cat tearing around the room woke me up. I thought he was just restless so I tried to let him out. But he wouldn’t come to the door when I opened it. He jus sat in the same place, not moving. I went to pick him up and toss him out when I noticed the mouse he had corned. I picked it up, it bit me, and I dropped it. I checked to see if it had broken the skin before trying again. It hadn’t, so I grabbed the bugger by the tail this time. I took it outside and let it go. I went to sleep again, but after 15 minutes the cat woke me up again. Same thing, another mouse. This one managed to get away, squeezing under the door outside before I could catch him. The mice haven’t ever come out into the open again, though I can here them chewing on stuff in the walls some nights.
I suppose I shouldn’t tell all you cat lovers that I take my Siberian Husky out every night to roust the neighborhood felines. There’s no better chew toy than the Siamese at the end of the block.
And whoever wrote that plainly doggist diary screed clearly hasn’t spent any time with a Husky. Greatest. Dogs. Ever. A long, long way from dumb. Mine can open doors.
I have a 6 month old Husky pup who is currently terrorizing my home. I agree that they are amazing dogs. You can just pass an hour watching her trying to find ways to get in trouble. My back yard looks like a mine field after a sweep by a UN bomb squad.
“Your cat can get all sorts of nasty diseases from a squirrel bite.”
True. But they’re disposable, sort of like Kleenex.
My uncle used to train all his dogs to hunt cats (not that they ever caught one). The dogs all loved it, and it was quite amusing to see them barking up trees. They were all very happy until the day when he moved in with a woman with two cats of her own. Then he realised that the dogs’ cat-hunting habit could very well turn into a disastrous domestic problem. In the end the dogs and the cats learned to co-exist somewhat peacefully, but my uncle cursed at himself for making a harmless mistake that ended up threatening his relationship.
Moral of the story. Dogs should be trained to leave cats well enough alone.
Dogs… I can’t understand the appeal unless you’re actually using them to do work or hunt.
I don’t need an animal with bad breath whose idea of affection is licking my face. Or smelling my cajones. No animal that can’t be trained to shit in a container and cover it up is “domesticated” in my mind.
Hell, my cats go in the toilet, and a $20 electronic sensor flushes when they jump off. Let’s see a dog do THAT.
If Brad would send his mice over, then I could stop feeding the cats, and they’d be totally maintenance-free.
One of my cats, Ozymandias…
…came up with a clever way to get on the kitchen counters (there was a window there that he liked to sit in) when he was a kitten, and too small to make the jump. We had a bank of drawers that went all the way down to the floor, and he’d pull the bottom one way out, then climb on it and pull the next one halfway out, and so on, thus making a set of stairs for himself. He once removed his flea collar and hid it in the bottom of one of those drawers, underneath some towels. We didn’t find it until we eventually moved.
Our other cat, Grendel, is extremely shy… except when it comes to letting you know what he thinks of you:
Yes, he is sticking his tongue out at you.
Damn Ben, the eyes on Ozy are freaky, yet cool in an eerie, Children of the Damned sort of way. I am assuming you did not doctor that shot.
My wolf hybrid (also named Grendel) is a great dog, and gets along fine with the cats. (He was hand raised in a cat containing household.) In fact I used to think he was a little wussy boy, until the night a drunk wandered into the house while I was up late watching bad movies.
Apparently when a large wolf mix appears in front of your drunk ass and makes a really low, rumbly growl (we’re talking subwoofer here, no pun) about six inches in front of your nuts, you gain the ability to instantaneously evaporate, vampire-like, into the night. Or so I deduced from the evidence - I’ve certainly never seen a drunk move that fast in my life, he was there and then he was just gone.
Nick
Hey Nick. I would love a hybrid and had thought about it often until I read about some behavioral problems found in some. I am sorry I cannot remember where and it could have been totally bogus. Also, I have never had the yard and/or land to keep one. I would assume he/she needs a lot of room to roam and even chew up a small animal now and again to satisfy any wildness left in him/her.
I am truly interested.
While we’re sharing cat pictures… Here’s Bill, an organic device that was created in 1986 to convert lunchmeat turkey into mass quantities of cat hair:
So where’s Sparky? Isn’t she supposed to be into the whole “sharing cat pictures” scene?.. ;)
Aw, lookit Grendel’s tongue. Hmm, “Grendel’s Tongue” would make a good band name.
Unfortunately, I am forbidden to discuss my own cats by the 1998 “Chicks On The Internet Never Shut Up About Their Allegedly Cute Cats And The Adorable Things They Do Irony Act.”
Here is my kitten:
She freaks out some of my neighbors, but the upside is that there is twice as much to love.