I didn’t find the little dumbass in the trash, but my nephew did, then he showed up at my door with a sob story and an idiot cat. He thought me seeing the skinny, hungry, idiot street rat of an animal with his big dumb eyes and stupid clipped ear and how affectionate he was that I wouldn’t be able to say no because he “nEeDS a GooD hOmE, hE’s sOOO tHin anD hUngRy, WiNTeR iS cOMiNg,” and I “hAvE a HeaRt ANd LOvE aNimALs aNd wOuLD tAKe gOOd cAre oF hIm,” like a dumbass.
I hate that he was right.
My uncle was like you when I brought home a stray as a kid. Yelled about it for 2 years. When my cat died he took a week off work and drank and cried all day.
My Dad never wanted any of the animals.
I have pictures of him with 4 animals on his lap at once.
That’s the biggest reason I didn’t want another cat, I had just said goodbye to my best friend of 23 years, Jim Bones, a couple months earlier, it fucking destroyed me. It was some ugly cryin’. That’s in my future once again, now.
It’s so rough losing them, but despite that, at least for me, the time we spend with them is worth it.
I agree, and I do love the weird little guy, he’s my buddy. He’s an ungovernable asshole, but that’s kind of why I like him, he’s a rebel, we get each other. Could have used a little more time between cats, though.
His mom, my sister, did the exact same thing when our mom’s cat passed, showed up two days later with a kitten that was meowing outside her window in the rain. He ended up being the perfect little man, though, he’s the kind of cat that makes people think they want a cat, very much unlike the beast that was dropped onto my doorstep.
I once rescued a kitten I found running around outside of my place. Riddled with parasites, easily days away from death. Solid black, adorable and loving. Got her all healed up and then I named her Le Muerte por Fuego (the Death by Fire). Until she had kittens and then she just became “Mama Cat.”
Edit - Forgot to add a sentence about how I got her healed up
The cat distribution system works in strange ways. I had an engine cat once. Or at least what I believe to be an engine cat.
I heard meowing the day after our wedding. I went outside and saw a tiny orange kitten. They bolted and caught themselves in a chain link fence. We took them in. They were missing two claws that had been removed through mechanical means and had some mysterious black oily stuff on them.
They were with us for several years and were one of the best cats ever. One of the questions my wife asked me on our first date was “Have you ever read the Life of Pi?” I had. That book was instrumental in me showing that I was not an idiot and that I read books. We named the cat Pi. Because Pi helped us get married.
Such a sweet story, love the kitty
Yeah… My house serves as a depot for the local cat distribution network. Our neighborhood has a lot of strays and we consistently put out food in an effort to build up enough trust to get them spayed, neutered, or provide some much needed wound/healthcare.
It’s a catch and release program, but sometimes they decide the release aspect is optional. The old or sick cats usually decide that being pampered indoors makes a lot of sense, so we’ve gotten to show some love to some rough old-timers before they pass.
Half of the cats I feed are foster cats that were determined to be ineligible for adoption. I only had one TNR from our property that we kept. We noticed they had neurological issues after getting fixed. They stayed with us for two years before their kidneys failed. They were a good cat.
Yeah, a lot of the cats that only end up being with us for a short time had been mostly feral all their lives. For the most part the only reason they end up tolerating us at first is because they are just too old or sick to put up a fight.
By the end though they almost unanimously end up really enjoying their stay. Prob doesn’t hurt that once we’ve decided it’s reached end of life care they get to have as much rotisserie chicken or mackle they can handle. Even if they had a rough life, the least we can do is give them a good ending.
Reminds you that while we domesticated dogs, cats just showed up and moved in
My cats are intelligent… they are little killing machines though.
Ours is officially named “Flo” as per his adoption papers, which is a very strange cat name, so we decided to unofficially call him “Fiorenzo Taters III” to give him a normal one, too.
Floh ist the German word for flea (Flo a short form of Florian)
oh that sounds like Flow, the animated film from last year. Starring a cat as main character
Reminds me of this:
I had pretty intelligent cats all my life and the last one exceeded everyone - an orange one by the way.
Obviously there are dumb and more intelligent cats, but I think, it’s mostly the owners, that are too dumb to understand their cat.
Communication isn’t a one way streetOrange cats are the sneakiest, craftiest little bastards imaginable. They can also be incredibly dumbass. The two are not exclusive, look at every character Brendan Fraser has played
I’d agree in general, except that of my two cats one could have been an engineer were she born with opposable thumbs, the other can’t be persuaded not to drink the mopp water if left unattended for more than a minute.
Plenty of fresh water available, of course.
We have one who worked out how to open a lever action handle that had been modified to lift up, not down and his brother, who likes to beat the shit out of a water fountain (which now has to live in the bathtub)
They are both orange
Yeah, mother cat here loves to drink from watering cans for the plants
Fresh water in her cup, but no the old stale one is more interesting…The trick is to make the fresh water look like a puddle of stale water that she found on her own. At least that works for us !
I’m too stupid to understand how I should do that o:-)
She loves water and always comes watching me, when I open the tap
Agreed. I’ve trained my cats to come to a bell, because it’s easier than finding them when it’s vet time. I found a bell that’s loud enough to be heard across the house, and I ring it before giving them breakfast/dinner and before any treats.
One of them doesn’t come consistently, but that’s because she only eats when she’s hungry and doesn’t really care about treats. She’s also not the problem child, so it’s not a big deal.
The problem child, however, has recognized the bell, and is trying to find other ways to make a bell sound when he’s hungry.
We have one that’s truly stupid, but when we found him he had a URI, and a bad reaction to his vaccines. We thought he was going to die, but it just cooked his brain.
Uff, that’s hard :-(
Poor cat…He’s dumb, but happy
When he can handle it, I’m happy with him
Mine is Rusty Shackleford, I did indeed find him in the garbage at work eating sausage patties, and he is the dumbest animal on earth. I love him edit:
he looks like he belong
Tummy up is the best
I feel personally attacked other than Furryosa being dumb. Her’s just a little developmentally delayed.
Furryosa is a Lemmy treasure. She can be as delayed as she wants.
“Vic for short”
Gary Lazer-Eyes is, in fact, one of the dumbest cats on Earth. He is also orange.
Love me some Gary Lazer Eyes! I had some buddies that toured with them back in 2015, they’re a cool bunch
Mine is Fizzgig, born in a window well and found feasting on a squirrel corpse. Given that he was just 3 weeks old, its unclear if he killed the squirrel himself.
Maybe they named the cat after the amazing host of Very Important People?
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And . . . ?
Untrue. I paid a lot of money for this idiot.
Casper!!! 🤍🤍🤍
