Argh! Accidentally hurt my cat!
Argh! Accidentally hurt my cat!
She's real pissed off. How do you make it up to a cat? I'm really gonna miss her when she goes, so I don't want her to hate me.
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Very true, but I'm stupid enough to treat non-sentient beings as people.offyoutoddle wrote:Small head - hopefully small memory - tomorrow is a new day?
Anyway, in my stupidity I petted a very pissed-off cat, carried it delicately to its bowl, and fed it food. I'm hated no more.
Cats are awesome. All animals (in and of themselves) are worth being treated nicely simply just because there's no reason not to. Thier owners, however...
(Actually I lie, there are some individual animals that I cannot get along with, as they have been brought up by spacktards. But you know, mammals.
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Thats the thing about pets though - they are so forgiving
. I remember that time I stood on my doggies (Bobby, no longer with us
) paw, and he gave such a yelp. But immediately, I got down on the floor and hugged him, and all was fine
. Much doggie licking commenced, and I had to go wash me face of slobber afterwards
.
A dog forgets and forgives. A cat though, oh no, he/she will show it every fucking chancepunkrulesok wrote:Thats the thing about pets though - they are so forgiving. I remember that time I stood on my doggies (Bobby, no longer with us
) paw, and he gave such a yelp. But immediately, I got down on the floor and hugged him, and all was fine
. Much doggie licking commenced, and I had to go wash me face of slobber afterwards
.
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Thats a feline for you! They share many ways of the female side! Purrrgrue wrote:A dog forgets and forgives. A cat though, oh no, he/she will show it every fucking chancepunkrulesok wrote:Thats the thing about pets though - they are so forgiving. I remember that time I stood on my doggies (Bobby, no longer with us
) paw, and he gave such a yelp. But immediately, I got down on the floor and hugged him, and all was fine
. Much doggie licking commenced, and I had to go wash me face of slobber afterwards
.
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Good point. A cat is a very different to a dog!The Frozen One wrote:I believe the expression goes something like:
"Mistreat your dog, and it'll still love you. Mistreat your cat, and it'll fuck off."
I seem to remember reading in a book recently a dog is a happy creature that lives in an ever present happy now. Maybe a cat doesn't - but Spoon seems to have been forgiven, so alls well that ends well!
And good on you Spoon for treating an animal so well.
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I once annoyed my cat (it was an on-going battle of wills) and so he casually walked upstairs and shat on my laptop keyboard. Stanley his name was and he won that particular battle. Little f**cker got run over the following week. I'm now a firm believer in karma. He was the Nick Cotton of moggies.
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Yur. My problem is, I've raised my kitties to be *too* affectionate if anything. They haven't realised that when they were ickle, it was cute and sweet for them to seek me out in bed and snuggle up at night.
Now, Gouraud weighs a fucktonne and has an unerring homing instinct for standing directly over my bladder at three in the morning.
Git.

Now, Gouraud weighs a fucktonne and has an unerring homing instinct for standing directly over my bladder at three in the morning.
Git.




