‘Don’t Mess With My Cat’

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Dog appoints himself the cat’s guardian–or vice versa–isn’t domestication wonderful? I mean, no way this happens in nature, uh-uh, forget about it. Will we ever figure out how to domesticate human beings?

9 comments on “‘Don’t Mess With My Cat’”

  1. It really is extraordinary, the way animals of different species can cooperate like this. I saw a video, just yesterday, of a young cat that had decided to babysit some chicks, and seemed very devoted to the task. The rooster and the hens seemed just fine with the arrangement.

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    2. It really can. The deer in the neighborhood have become so tame that they are almost like pets. I was taking my cat for a walk, a few days ago, and when I went out on the porch, I came face to face with a doe, who stayed within two feet of me. She was quite curious about the cat I was holding. That’s not total domestication, but it is close to it.

      I watch a number of YouTube channels where people keep wild cat species as pets. There’s Messi, near Penza, in Russia, a Mountain Lion whom is as docile as any house cat. There’s Bobcat TB, which has numerous Lynx and a couple of friendly Mountain Lions, and even a channel by the name of Luna the Pantera, where I young lady has a Leopard as a housepet, and the Leopard is quite attached to their Rottweiler.

      These examples amaze me. I would not have thought them possible, but they seem to be becoming evermore common.

    4. Animals and music are a very interesting subject. People have played music in the great outdoors and it seems to attract even wild animals. My cat loves music, and when I play an electric guitar she sits close by, and pays special attention to my right hand. This is interesting, because the sound is coming out of an amplifier, several feet away, but she realizes that the sound she hears is being created when the pick contacts the strings. In fact, one day I scraped my pick along the length of the string, which creates a loud scratching sound. She didn’t like that sound, and put her head down to push my right hand away from the guitar.

      I wondered whether she was actually listening, or was just interested in the movement of my hands, and I got my answer one night, when I woke up in the middle of the night and grabbed a guitar, to relax by playing unplugged, in the dark. After 30 minutes or so, I realized that she was lying on the bed, about two feet away from me, listening intently. And she has definitely tastes; she loves soft Jazz.

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