Seen in Print

[John Webster]

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Huh?

[webenda]

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Murph, the writing on the wall has moved to Facebook, Twitter, Blogs, etc.

Cat worship is everywhere on internet:

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Reference: https://youtu.be/Le5rbjQqxfM

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Got it.Thanx,Wayne.
P.S. I think that restroom may end up in the MOMA. In its entirety, it's almost a work of contemporary art/artistic expression . I've seen worse. And better.

[rogruth]

Some people think that we that play with trains are strange/weird/odd/silly/stupid/etc.

[Nev]

I was standing there minding my own business suddenly the door opened and out ran all these cats!
Cyprus 2010, the cat capital of the world.

[rogruth]

I like cats but only 1 or 2 at a time. Same way with dogs. Same way with kids. We had 4.
One wife is enough.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

I wonder, when cats live like that, if they form friendships, cliques, and gangs.

[Nev]

I went into a car park one afternoon to pick up the car I said "here puss puss puss" and they understood!
Apparently the Cypriots say the same thing.

[sarge]

Murph, mate

There are currently five at Dungfield manor. The social structure is both clear and complex. They are rather unique in that cats can be socially solitary or live just as well in groups. By observation it appears interaction is purely voluntary and position in the hierarchy (if they choose to even have one) is by mutual agreement, not by competition. That relationship is usually enduring. As far as I can tell the only pairings where instinct comes into play at all seem to be with littermates; any other is cognitively entered into.

Sometimes there is a clearcut head of the entire group, sometimes not. When there is, that head could be female or male. The structure often isn't simplistic like a pack or herd. Currently here one older large male took charge of the social raising of the youngest (littermate) pair, patiently teaching them the acceptable social interactions and always making appearance when those interactions didn't go well. Now that the pair are adults, the three are friends. They often hang together and the older male still appears quietly if one or the other of the littermates gets into some sort of more serious tiff. The others interact on different terms set individually, but not as a group, clique, pack, or herd.

There is no single clearcut form that structure might assume, very much unlike dogs. Indeed some might choose a dog-like hierarchical pack structure, but that is by choice, not instinct. I guess the only description I can come up with is they are (despite stereotype) socially very advanced. They enter into social arrangements voluntarily, defined by mutual agreement, entered into as equals, and enduring once entered into unless violated; significantly that applies to social interactions with us just as with each other.

Socially very complex, reasoning, sentient creatures. They never cease to amase me; intriguing as they are endearing.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

There are 2 types of cats, those that have killed their masters and those that are planning on killing their masters.

One day you will be dreaming that you are being smothered by a cat sleeping on your face only to wake up to find that a cat is in fact sleeping on your face.

Wait for it. You do not own a cat; cats permit you to merely think you own them.

[Wolf]

Or as someone else put it very succinctly:

Dog have owners,
Cats have staff!

Thank goodness mine hasn't decided to fire me yet...

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Beam me up!

[rogruth]

After you,Rufus.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

There are 2 types of cats, those that have killed their masters and those that are planning on killing their masters.

One day you will be dreaming that you are being smothered by a cat sleeping on your face only to wake up to find that a cat is in fact sleeping on your face.

Wait for it. You do not own a cat; cats permit you to merely think you own them.

The cats I have had - and enjoyed immensely - either granted me an audience and/or accepted their interpretation of our companionship on their terms, solely. For that, I was granted the dubious, hearing-impairing, vision-threatening task of emptying the litter hut, and washing it often.

Regarding being face-snuggled by a cat, our last cat, Noel, all-white w/ blue eyes, deceased,now, and buried in our yard, by my own hand, in a piece of carry-on luggage, used to occasionally snuggle-up in-between my wife and me on our bed, actually resting her head against the pillow, and reclining under the covers. For that reason alone, we let her stay put every time she elected to chaperone us like that.

Gotta luv dem kitties, I say.