I put the new AC in and everything was cool. Not apologing for the pun. Then I heard a noise. I looked over and saw the cat had broken through between the window side and AC. She tore the plastic and I saw there was no way to repair it.
Now did I hurt the cat? No. I looked the situation over and developed a plan, which didn’t work. I developed another plan, which worked even worse. Then I developed a third plan, which worked out really good.
As I look the thing over, I almost wonder if I should market it. It would definitely need some dressing up, but it is better than those things that came with the AC.
The hitch of course, the one that came with the AC came with no charge. If I am to make money I would have to justify charging a couple of few dollars. Too bad, but it is just kinda the way capitalism works.
So as I sit in my recliner feebly entering this post into my computer pad, I also consider how I just might make my millions off my new idea. And of course, the cat that inspired it, sits innocently curled up, contented and asleep in my lap.
Don’t have the foggiest, but every time we go somewhere, we have a cat that stations herself behind my almost new Nissan EV. Then upon returning, of all things she sits in the drive just before we pull into it.
As silent as the car is, I can’t imagine what clues her to our approach. However, coming or going, I must put the cat into the car long enough to keep her from getting run over.
Now, there is a new hitch. With her in the car, I back out and put her back in the yard. Then she runs and gets back in the car faster than I can.
It is a little inconvenience but mainly, I would just like to know why. I am also open to this little cat and mice game this feline likes.
May I assume the question implies other than pets. I guess. If not then it’s easy. Dogs and cats. I have had many of both; even at the same time.
I guess if we are talking wild animals, I do like wolves. I understand some have tamed them but even a half wolf is dangerous. They can turn on you very quickly.
I am also very fascinated by elephants. They do seem to be be quite intelligent. I guess, if they are trained well, they are very friendly too.
Certainly, we don’t want to leave the horse out of it. Then again, horses are almost two different animals. Wild, they are a wonderful sight to see. On the other hand, tamed, they are very good as work multipliers. They provide transportation; work, such as pulling stumps; enjoyment for riding. I did find it odd that, of all the animals, God told the Israelites to not multiply horses. Yet, both David and Salomon did. I have never seen an explanation of why they weren’t supposed to but God did make it very clear.
I certainly love to see an eagle soar. I have also seen a few in captivity, being rehabbed. Also, they had one on the tour of that studio out in Los Angeles. They had the eagle do a few tricks for us. They also had a few other birds, but that eagle was very impressive.
Many times I had a desire to go up to Horseshoe Lake and watch them up there, but it just never worked out. Seems there was always something else to do; somewhere else I needed to go.
If I may digress for just a second. Of all the dogs I’ve had, my favorite were the border collies. It was very nice to have them around and I could tell, they likes us too, especially when it came to car rides. Every day when I got home from work, he watched from inside the fence until I got out of the car. Then he ran inside the house to greet me.
The way I would have worded it is what is bad about having a pet? That is easy to answer. There is the expense, the cleaning up. There is all the training, especially dogs. There is the problem of getting someone to watch after them if you have to leave them for a while. And the worse part, of course, saying good bey when it gets time for them to go. I am 73 and I have seen many pets, both dogs and cats, get sick, old or killed. I really don’t like that part.
As for all the rest, that parts good, very good. Now you see, isn’t that easier than having to list all the good stuff, like the companionship, the humor. Then of course, it is nice to have a dog curl up next to you while you watching a sad movie or something. It’s really nice to take them for walks and to play fetch with them.
When we had a border collie. he entertained the neighbors too. More than once, we went in to a restaurant and someone working there said they recognized us. We were the one with a dog that chased bubbles or RC cars. We also had a dog that loved to swim. She really liked water. We scolded my older son many times for turning on the water in the back yard. Then, one day, my wife caught her red pawed. She was turning on the facet between her paws. I guess she got a drink, played in it a while then, of course, on one had told her to turn it off. My guess is she saw one of us doing it.
We had a calico cat that kept stealing the bread and hiding it. The next door neighbors cat was visiting us one morning and stole the last slice of ham my son was going to put on his sandwich. Wouldn’t have been so bad, but my wife had to scramble to find enough change so he could buy lunch.
I really wish we could get another border collie but that would be irresponsible. We would not be able to take proper care of it. They really need a lot of attention and, at our age, he might outlive us, leaving him stranded.
I have a photo which I posted before, but that was a long time ago. In this case it is our first border collie chasing an RC car. He always had to have a stick in his mouth, though I have no idea why. We could tell when he was tired because he’d keep tipping the car over. Then he looked over at me as if proudly saying, “Did you see what I did?”
Then, it seemed overnight, age got to him. He couldn’t hear, see or even smell. Also he had a heart problem. I really think he was the toughest one to lose.
It may seem a confused statement, but it’s undeniably true. I decided to get a string out and play with Cali, the calico cat. She certainly took it more seriously than did I. No doubt, she was enjoying it.
It appeared she’d not tire of it but I did. I sat the string down and and walked away. Now, she follows me around howling. I don’t understand her reasoning but, apparently she does not like it now that the string has died.
I don’t know. Maybe you have a better explanation. Actually, I have no explanation, just a guess.
Felines. Who can figure them. Almost as complicated as my new phone, which, from time to time, I can’t answer…especially frustrating when the call is from a grandchild…not so much for telemarketers.
Suzy-Q was half lab & half Sharpe. Don’t know how you pronounce that but she was all love. She loved walks, car rides and tolerated the cats, usually. Not so much when they tried to get her treats. When young, she ran like the wind. I was recently informed that she had a huge tumor pressing against her liver and backbone. It caused great pain and made it very difficult to stand, let alone walk. So, at fourteen we said our final goodbye to her as well as Misty.
Misty was apparently a birddog that thought she was a border collie. She too, had a huge tumor, but hers was on her shoulder. It made it difficult for her to walk and it was bleeding where the skin split. She too was in pain but I almost insisted she remain with us a while, but she was suffering. Besides, the vet said the tumor could split wide open without warning.
Both deserved more walks, more car rides and less suffering. So, a short time ago, we said our final goodbye. And of course, we already find life a little more difficult without them.
We are both too old to adopt more friends. If we die, no one would remain to take care of them. So, now we are cat people. That’s not totally bad. Unfortunately, they will outlive us. Hopefully, they will find new homes when that happens.
I don’t normally write a lot about pets. I hope 1 every 6 or 7 months is permissible.
I noticed a simple inexpensive way to keep my cats busy, that is besides putting an empty box down for them to play with. The other day I was getting some ice out for myself and decided to toss one in the water dish.
The big advantage was that the kitty began entertaining me. The disadvantage was that after he provided several laughs, the ice melted. Maybe I need to make a larger ice cube.
For those who have been wondering, I am still writing. The problem lately is that I have been impeded. You see, I have a cat on my case.
The cat’s name is Goldie and he is doing his best to slow me.
In reality, I am in the process of writing two more in the Floater series. The real hindrance is a broken computer. The demand the cats have for my attention isn’t helping much either. This one in particular likes to jump up on the keyboard of my laptop and dance on the keys. I have no idea who taught him that. Maybe my wife. I told her we didn’t need any cats.
A few months ago we took a stray cat in. Now we have six. Strange how that works. That simply was not part of the deal. Now, we must take all six to the vet and make sure we have no more.
The mother is a very pettish calico who thinks whenever I leave my chair, she should lie in it. One of the kittens has gold and white paches. She thinks she should sleep under my chin whenever I’m in my chair. The rest at various times sleep just wherever they have a notion from chest to lap and even my legs.
This is all very nice most of the time but occasionally I like to work with my laptop on my lap. Also, occasionally, people come to the door trying to sell things I don’t want or or need.
I have tried to explain this to the kittens but they ignore me, all the time smiling as if they know not what I am talking about. Then i hurriedly remove the kittens as they determinedly jump back on me. All the time, I yell at the door just a moment, knowing that whoever’s there is wanting to give me that million dollar check I’ve been expecting.
It seems to be the nature of kats, especially kittens to smile at all times, especially when they are about to be fed. Then too, when i rattle their box of treats, they have big smiles as they know it is treat time. The time they smile most is just before they are going to do something they know they shouldn’t.
Generally, they will glance over at me, smiling at me knowing I won’t won’t swat them because they are just too cute and loveable.
They are wrong, though. Then they act so hurt, so confused that I should defend my chair from their claws. Yet, even in their surprise and anger, they keep smiling. It is, sort-of what they do.
Why do my cats prefer dog food and my dogs go nuts over cat food?
I occasionally give my dogs a treat consisting of a small can of cat food and each dog grabs her can and runs off to her corner, making sure the other doesn’t steal her little treasure. When they are done, you’d think the cans went through dishwashers.
The cats are always determined to steal dog food, even though they know the k-9s will snarle and snap at them. The cats all much prefer the canned dog food.
I’m sure those experts know what they are doing when they make that stuff but I can’t help but wonder if they have something backwards.
As for me, I find them both equally revolting, in both sight and smell. Isn’t it amazing how those guys can make so much selling that stuff to us.
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