The cutest cat in the world.....
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TheRed1
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Having known quite few tuxedos, I would be tempted to substitute "whimsical" or perhaps even "goofy" for intelligent. Exhibit A: Lyndon (below), a foundling from the streets of Fairfax, Va. He went straight from being a fearful, skittish stray to a sweet and affectionate house cat the instant I was first able to touch him. It was as if a switch in his head toggled from feral to domesticated. I had requested help catching him from a local cat adoption organization but the same day the lady stopped by was the day I happened to make first contact. When she arrived with the trap I was holding him. He just melted like butter in your arms. The lady said he was "ultra adoptable" - which turned out to be true since I ended up keeping him myself despite strong protests from Annie, who had already laid claim to me.
For several years we thought there was something wrong with him because he NEVER blinked. He seemed to be permanently surprised and so we took to calling him Bug-A-Boy. That was doubly appropriate since he became an avid insect hunter in our back yard. He would go after the odd bird or squirrel but if they didn't flee fast enough and he got too close, he would freak out and run back into the house with his tail down - poor guy. But if you're a katydid, dragonfly, cicada, or a butterfly - look out!
A more dog-like cat you're unlikely to meet. He greets us at the door; comes when he's called and often follows us around . . . like a puppy. He even fetches occasionally if somewhat inconsistently. He loves digging into my wife's yarn baskets, choosing some nice complimentary colors and dropping the skeins wherever we happen to be. Then he looks at you - I suppose for approval and a pat on the head. He doesn't even meow . . . it's more of a squeak. Sometimes when he's really excited and running around the back yard like a madman he makes a sound that is uncannily similar to a bark.
But no, I wouldn't say he's in the top 80th percentile for cat intelligence - maybe not even in the top half. To put it delicately . . . he's got dog smarts.
Lyndon when he was still a lad - making himself at home on the most comfortable chair in the house:
He eventually turned into quite a large and handsome fellow. Oh, and he can blink now and often looks quite relaxed and content:
In my life ---I have owned two cats. Both tuxedos and YES Very Smart.
Miss Bootsie is my 2nd (see Avatar).My First was Holly and she was a pistol and smart as a whip. Holly lived to be 13 and was taken by feline mouth cancer in 2003----one month later I adopted Miss Bootsie.
30 years ago if anyone would have told me I'd own a cat -I'da told them they are crazy.
UNTIL--one day in Mid December 1992 this black and white appeared at my doorstep and walked in and just made herself at home and tugged at my heartstrings,I could not resist her and since I was moving in 1 month from Plymouth ,Mich to St Clair Shores, Mich where I had just bought a house I figured "Why Not". My efforts to find her owners were unsuccessful so since it was Christmas me and a neighbor came up with the name Holly. She was so smart and beautiful I entered her in the Novi,Michigan cat show and she won a ribbon.
Here is Miss Holly's picture.And I miss her dearly.
Miss Bootsie is my 2nd (see Avatar).My First was Holly and she was a pistol and smart as a whip. Holly lived to be 13 and was taken by feline mouth cancer in 2003----one month later I adopted Miss Bootsie.
30 years ago if anyone would have told me I'd own a cat -I'da told them they are crazy.
UNTIL--one day in Mid December 1992 this black and white appeared at my doorstep and walked in and just made herself at home and tugged at my heartstrings,I could not resist her and since I was moving in 1 month from Plymouth ,Mich to St Clair Shores, Mich where I had just bought a house I figured "Why Not". My efforts to find her owners were unsuccessful so since it was Christmas me and a neighbor came up with the name Holly. She was so smart and beautiful I entered her in the Novi,Michigan cat show and she won a ribbon.
Here is Miss Holly's picture.And I miss her dearly.
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atarione
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i would concure that Tux cats seem to be rather smrt.. My cat Clemens (RIP) was super smart and he would (annoyingly to some extent) open the windows of my old house and let himself out....lol..
here he is with Cardigan (also RIP saddly) enjoying their xmas present some years ago now. I miss both of these cats very much they both were great cats and good buddies to eachother and to my wife and I...
here he is with Cardigan (also RIP saddly) enjoying their xmas present some years ago now. I miss both of these cats very much they both were great cats and good buddies to eachother and to my wife and I...
OH Yes!---Holly knew how to open doors and kitchen cabinets. One night around 3 in the morning I was awaken by this clanging --scared me to death. With my gun in hand I walked through the house and what did I find ------Holly in the kitchen cabinets with the pots and pans.
Valveglow
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Judas Priest
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Kismet1968
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Aww Miss Holly was a beauty!
Kismet1968
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Having known quite few tuxedos, I would be tempted to substitute "whimsical" or perhaps even "goofy" for intelligent. Exhibit A: Lyndon (below), a foundling from the streets of Fairfax, Va. He went straight from being a fearful, skittish stray to a sweet and affectionate house cat the instant I was first able to touch him. It was as if a switch in his head toggled from feral to domesticated. I had requested help catching him from a local cat adoption organization but the same day the lady stopped by was the day I happened to make first contact. When she arrived with the trap I was holding him. He just melted like butter in your arms. The lady said he was "ultra adoptable" - which turned out to be true since I ended up keeping him myself despite strong protests from Annie, who had already laid claim to me.
For several years we thought there was something wrong with him because he NEVER blinked. He seemed to be permanently surprised and so we took to calling him Bug-A-Boy. That was doubly appropriate since he became an avid insect hunter in our back yard. He would go after the odd bird or squirrel but if they didn't flee fast enough and he got too close, he would freak out and run back into the house with his tail down - poor guy. But if you're a katydid, dragonfly, cicada, or a butterfly - look out!
A more dog-like cat you're unlikely to meet. He greets us at the door; comes when he's called and often follows us around . . . like a puppy. He even fetches occasionally if somewhat inconsistently. He loves digging into my wife's yarn baskets, choosing some nice complimentary colors and dropping the skeins wherever we happen to be. Then he looks at you - I suppose for approval and a pat on the head. He doesn't even meow . . . it's more of a squeak. Sometimes when he's really excited and running around the back yard like a madman he makes a sound that is uncannily similar to a bark.
But no, I wouldn't say he's in the top 80th percentile for cat intelligence - maybe not even in the top half. To put it delicately . . . he's got dog smarts.
Lyndon when he was still a lad - making himself at home on the most comfortable chair in the house:
He eventually turned into quite a large and handsome fellow. Oh, and he can blink now and often looks quite relaxed and content:
What a pretty cat! Seems to be a character!
One last hunt for Walter (my wife thought he looked like an unmade bed and therefore named him after Walter Matthau). At this point, he was dying of kidney disease (15 years old) and had been at the vet for several days getting fluids. He got stronger temporarily and came home for a 3-day weekend so we could say goodbye. I was out in the garden and he comes walking up with his prey. Within a week, we had to put him down, but he went out with a blast. Very sweet cat, unless you were a gopher.
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A Friend of mine (Sylvia) has this cat named Will--he is the most gentlest cat in the world and was very protective when his Mama Cat had kittens. He would always watch over them and bath them.
But his favorite spot was in an old hi-chair Sylvia had from when she was a girl.
You can see this was his favorite spot. He would climb up and sit just like this.
But his favorite spot was in an old hi-chair Sylvia had from when she was a girl.
You can see this was his favorite spot. He would climb up and sit just like this.
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He brought you a present......................My neighbors cat has left me a few in my driveway.....
atarione
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aww... I'm kind of in love with all the cats in this Valveglow your cat is quite the nice looking kitty.
of course I am just a sucker for every cat... cats are amazing they have such unique and distinctive personalities (a fact lost on people that don't own / know cats). I love dogs also but cats really crack me up more, just amazing little goofballs all of them really.
of course I am just a sucker for every cat... cats are amazing they have such unique and distinctive personalities (a fact lost on people that don't own / know cats). I love dogs also but cats really crack me up more, just amazing little goofballs all of them really.
Valveglow
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Thanks! Actually, that cat was only "ours" temporarily, as we never knew who actually owned it, or rather, we never knew whom it owned!
Named "Mr. Kitty" by my kids, it turned out to be a female who became pregnant. I'd love to see her again, as she was a ham who loved the camera!
