We call it “happy cat” when our cats do this to us. It’s a thing that kittens do when they’re nursing–probably why it’s also called “ecstatic kneading.” They only do it if they’re fond of you.
If you thought this might’ve been a stuffed dog, that’s OK: he doesn’t move a muscle until the very end. I guess he’s fond of the cat, too.
Dogs have many different ways of getting up and down the stairs. Belly-surfing is quite popular. (Have any of you tried it? Looks like fun.) So is going up sideways, backwards, or hopping one step at a time. As for going down, well, that’s a little harder. Falling is always an option. I wonder if any of these dogs have ever seen a Slinky go down a flight of stairs.
Actually, I think that maybe every waking moment is playtime for these two. Otters are well-known for their playfulness, but I don’t know how you acquire one for a pet.
Currently the otter has a slight advantage over the kitten. That’ll change. But I don’t think their friendship will.
I keep hearing about pit bulls who adopt kittens, baby chicks… and now baby raccoons. How did these dogs ever get such a fearsome reputation? They’re obviously quite good-hearted.
As for the baby raccoons–well, if it was me, I couldn’t send them into the wilderness. These little guys are much too tame for that.
Jean-Pierre Hallet–remember him? Congo Kitabu–said that just about any animal will respond to love and care: and to prove it, tamed a rhinoceros. And now we know that rhinos raised in zoos by humans (in addition to their real mothers) learn to be friendly and playful.
Ah, you should’ve seen my iguana! Like a good dog disguised as a lizard.
Get a load of this: a great big bear comes climbing up the porch to see if anyone’s home. There being nothing or no one to eat, she decides to leave.
Wait! The bear is wearing a collar. Hmm… And attacked to the collar, it seems, is some kind of little keg. Maybe it’s got whiskey in it. Maybe this critter thinks she’s [wait for it!]…
A St. Bear-nard.
Why do babies laugh so hard when they play with dogs and cats? And then it makes me laugh! I just can’t help it.
Somebody once told me they had an iguana that played peek-a-boo with their toddler. I was a newspaper man at the time, so the story must have been true.
How’s that for a cool headline? Not very informative, but I don’t think headlines are intended to convey information.
Anyway, I can’t resist singing cockatiels, especially when they’re whistling the Imperial March from Star Wars. Rush Limbaugh used to play that whenever he had a story about American liberals responding erotically to Mikhail Gorbachev.
I was talking on the phone with Susan this morning when I suddenly heard a loud, blood-curdling, definitely feline shriek. “No!” Susan shouted. “No!” And then she laughed.
It wasn’t two cats trying to tear each other to bits. It was one cat making war on his own tail.
This proves that cats have imaginations. But what they imagine–well, who can tell?
I’ve had cats who really loved certain smells. Vanilla, for instance. And York Peppermint Patties: Buster loved a whiff of one of those.
But here are cats rejecting various objects because apparently they smell real bad. Cats hate lemons; but we have no idea what a lemon smells like to a cat. They don’t seem to like the bouquet of toothpaste, either.
I have seen cats catch and eat birds. It’s one of those things that’s supposed to happen in nature.
But here’s a cat who only wants to take a nap, in spite of the barking dog, the loud TV, and several birds offstage. All of this he overcomes. But he can’t overcome the crazy dove who wants to coo at him, nibble his ear, and poke him with her beak.
How does this bird know the cat won’t–well, eat her? He has opportunities to put the bird away, but doesn’t do it.
“Biological machines hard-wired to behave in certain stereotypical ways”–Fap!