Earlier this week, I laid out some newspaper for my cat to play on. She loves to shred it up, and roll around on it. I dunno why, but she loves newspaper more than any cat toy I have ever bought her.
So I decided to get my cat stoned. I sprinkled some catnip out... she's loving it, rolling around in it and all.
A couple days later, I sprinkled some more catnip around the newspaper, and the same thing, she starts rolling aroung on it, happy as a clam.
A day, later, same thing.
Okay, so fast forward to today. Now she's sitting on the newspaper all the time, meowing at me. She won't leave me alone. She just sits there whining?
I spent 8 hrs with "ole" when he was a kitten and and he will "lay" on command...He will "come" on command... Loves roast beef he does..My wife just about killed me that night...I am persistent....Lay lay lay lay ............
My kitten..now about 8 months old is sooooooo spoiled....she really is a princess...princess Bella. (I did not name her, but wow it suites her).She has learned to play fetch..great for when you dont' want to paly and she does...throw the rubber band or small mouse cat toy and off she goes.She will bring it right back and drop it at your feet or on your lap if you aren't paying enough attention to her. We also just got her a christmas present...A huge scratching post with a little house on the bottom..over a hundred bucks..but oh how she loves it. Now she can sit an look out the window and be up tall where we are.My boyfriend walks around with her sitting on his shoulder. She will sit there until you put her down..it is very cute....we love the kitten, and as for the cat nip..we have just started that addiction. We give her little cat nip crunchies..she knows what those are now and goes a little crazy for them. K
My raccoon (Sparky, named by my sister, not me) is not really a pet, he just lives with us since my sister found him when he was about a week old. Eyes and ears were not open yet. She found him in our back yard where his mother came to feed and apparently lost/left him. The temp that day was 66° F, otherwise he would have died of hypothermia with no fur to keep him warm. Anyway, we fed and kept him warm and he's grown into about 25 lbs worth of raccoon. He has his own room, sleeps under an old recliner (his den) or sits on top of it watching the world. They are infinitely curious about everything. We open a window at night for him to go out and visit the other raccoons, but he always comes back, home is home. I don't really know what the young are called.
Amazing thing is he uses a cat litter box (with no training) to poop in and has never messed on the floor, unlike some of our cats. Doesn't eat as many sweets as he used to but loves chicken bones (he's got a very strong bike, cracks bones like nothing). He has a small tub for a bathtub and LOVES cold water. I had a bucket of warm water I was using to clean with and Sparky stuck his paw in it, out came the paw like it was electrified. It was a funny sight.
Our cats don't seem to enthused about catnip. They've never really played with catnip toys for any long amount of time. One meows almost non-stop, one won't let anyone touch her, one wants to be petted non-stop, one is partially deaf and is startled by almost anything, and the other goes out one door and goes to another door to come right back in. Typical cats.
Try having all of your catnip plants eaten down to nubs. After hiding them from the cats until I thought they were big enough to survive a feline incursion, I tried growing a few in a pot on the deck. Came out it the morning to find nothing left but nubs and three very stoned, happy cats.
Lucky doesn't need the stuff. He'll do laps around the couch and loveseat at high speeds. He lays on his side and propels himself with his paws around and around. It is hilarious. Occasionally, Lola joins in with a little romping and batting of papers, but she's too prissy to do much that we can catch her at. They both know "out", "no", "dinner", and "bedtime".
I love cats. Why do people bother with TV? A lit nip and sit back and watch the antics.
My raccoon (Sparky, named by my sister, not me) is not really a pet, he just lives with us since my sister found him when he was about a week old. Eyes and ears were not open yet. She found him in our back yard where his mother came to feed and apparently lost/left him. The temp that day was 66° F, otherwise he would have died of hypothermia with no fur to keep him warm. Anyway, we fed and kept him warm and he's grown into about 25 lbs worth of raccoon. He has his own room, sleeps under an old recliner (his den) or sits on top of it watching the world. They are infinitely curious about everything. We open a window at night for him to go out and visit the other raccoons, but he always comes back, home is home. I don't really know what the young are called.
Amazing thing is he uses a cat litter box (with no training) to poop in and has never messed on the floor, unlike some of our cats. Doesn't eat as many sweets as he used to but loves chicken bones (he's got a very strong bike, cracks bones like nothing). He has a small tub for a bathtub and LOVES cold water. I had a bucket of warm water I was using to clean with and Sparky stuck his paw in it, out came the paw like it was electrified. It was a funny sight.
Our cats don't seem to enthused about catnip. They've never really played with catnip toys for any long amount of time. One meows almost non-stop, one won't let anyone touch her, one wants to be petted non-stop, one is partially deaf and is startled by almost anything, and the other goes out one door and goes to another door to come right back in. Typical cats.
When I was a wee tike, my father brought home a baby racoon. Dad was a carpenter, and when the bulldozer operator clearing a new lot knocked over a tree, it killed the momma racoon. But, "Ricky" and one other kit survived, and Dad brought Ricky home. He grew to be quite a big boy and could let himself out the screen door in the summer. He was always gentle with my sisters and I, but when my father would get home and get comfortable in his recliner, Ricky would crawl up the back, sit on the top and chew on Dad's ears. I guess he never forgave him for killing his mama. Dad eventually got tired of this and gave Ricky to a friend who lived in the country.
Kathy :^)
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