Furry avatars of doom

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Interesting article on Cat's Meat Men . . .


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Robin.
 
Probably the coolest orange cat around:

In bed with a puppy, a hen, a rabbit... And a duck!
That cat could wreck each and every one of them, and it knows it. And it's satisfied to simply know it, and to know that is *chooses* to not turn them all into red kibble.
 
My neighbor is a very attractive woman who does gymnastics on her terrace and has an orange cat called Eureka, one day that guy decided to enter my house, he refused a chicken leg, he did not let himself be petted and after thoroughly checking all the facilities, he decided to return to her. I think he didn't like my books.
 
My neighbor is a very attractive woman who does gymnastics on her terrace and has an orange cat called Eureka, one day that guy decided to enter my house, he refused a chicken leg, he did not let himself be petted and after thoroughly checking all the facilities, he decided to return to her. I think he didn't like my books.
I'd highly recommend putting out processed wet cat food, perhaps with a flavoring of catnip - both Eureka and you might eventually get lucky...
 
My neighbor is a very attractive woman who does gymnastics on her terrace and has an orange cat called Eureka, one day that guy decided to enter my house, he refused a chicken leg, he did not let himself be petted and after thoroughly checking all the facilities, he decided to return to her. I think he didn't like my books.
"This is a routine inspection. Please stay where you are."

On a more serious note, perhaps leave a tiny bowl of water, outside, in case he decides to come back, but let him come to you & don't rush things. Do you have any books lying around on which he can rub his scent? Whenever we brought anything home from the library, our girl would always personally "inspect" & "mark" everything, & she loved those corners, lol. We used to joke that she was our furry little Port Authority, among other things :).

Sigh.
 
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My neighbor is a very attractive woman who does gymnastics on her terrace and has an orange cat called Eureka, one day that guy decided to enter my house, he refused a chicken leg, he did not let himself be petted and after thoroughly checking all the facilities, he decided to return to her. I think he didn't like my books.
Forgot to ask - how did this "happen", LOL? Open door/window?
 
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Paul Klee, The Mountain of the Sacred Cat, 1923
This is where being a Felis catus addict overrides being a cubism artform ignorant... The longer I watch the nightly news, the more I am persuaded to believe that this planet would be a far better place if cats were in charge...
 
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