I could almost refuse to believe this video. Both our cats have always shunned my beard, never displayed even a moment’s affinity for it. Peep will occasionally wash my forearm for me, and I had a mouse who used to straighten out my mustache–but daddy’s beard? Ugh! Perish the thought.
They might feel differently about it, I suppose, if they had to shave.
You’re gonna see at least one clip in this video that you won’t believe. No, I won’t tell you what it is: you’ll have to watch.
Cats and dogs not only can learn to be friends; they can also learn to cooperate in doing things they shouldn’t do. These are highly intelligent animals! Much more so than we give them credit for. But I suspect that applies to most animals–don’t you?
All right, they’re not exactly thrones… but this is how that show would’ve looked if it had been made by and for cats. Who knew you could have so much fun with half a dozen chairs?
You don’t believe me? Well, try this. Climb up on top of the coffee table, okay? Ready? Now–jump across the space between, right onto the couch! Wasn’t that fun?
It looks like cats don’t like human babies to be sad. It also looks like they know exactly what to do about it when it happens. And cat comfort really works!
They don’t seem to be troubled by old men with beards being sad.
It must feel all kinds of cool, to a cat, to frolic on a waterbed. I can see the attraction. But I can’t convince myself that sharp cat claws and waterbeds is a good mix.
Maybe it’s because I knew somebody whose guinea pig got out of his cage one day and decided to chew a hole in the waterbed. By and by, the ceiling over the dinner table began to bulge alarmingly…
Anyone who tries to use radio-controlled toys to take over the world had better take our cats and dogs into his calculations–’cause they ain’t gonna let you do it, sunshine!
I’ve never had an RC toy. I suspect that if I did, my cats would wind up under the bed again. Unfamiliar things just freak them out.
Kittens don’t have to wait till they grow up to fall in love with cardboard boxes. Humans could learn from this. It is said Nikita Khrushchev often regretted that he had never had the opportunity to play with cardboard boxes as a child. “There would’ve been no Cuban missile crisis, if I had,” he once confided to Soupy Sales.
You won’t catch any of these kittens touching off a missile crisis.
Ready for another installment of cats vs. printers? I am so glad my cats don’t do this! It’s hard enough to print up a manuscript, what with paper jams and all–don’t you hate it when the sheets of paper get all crumpled up together and you have to dig them out?–without cats getting involved.
But the cool thing about cats and printers is that if you watch carefully, you’ll see a lively intelligence at work, trying to make sense of something that’s completely alien.
Here we go again–the cat has hijacked the dog’s bed. We have seen great big dogs, ten times bigger than the usurping cat, stymied over this: so how’s a poor puppy, who’s not even as big as the cat, to go about recovering the use of his bed?
Don’t be too hard on the cat. He was very careful not to hurt the puppy.
An iguana could have gotten a cat out of his bed, and quick: I’ve seen it done.
How do the dogs know not to eat the tiny kittens? Some of these kittens are only just learning how to walk. It seems the dogs want to play, cuddle, or both–except for that one dog who’s afraid of kittens. Go figure that one out.
My family includes a tiny kitten who was raised by a big dog. Here’s proof.
