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Post by Bruce Tackett on Jul 25, 2019 3:05:06 GMT
That's nice. But I don't think I'm going to attempt to train a street cat not claw or bite. I'll just make sure he's always got something in his bowl.
BTW, cats don't have masters. They have staff.
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Post by mr potatohead on Jul 25, 2019 5:51:45 GMT
Cats are very smart. If any cat does anything you don't like, tap it on the forehead (you must be quick to respond), like their mama does (and say "no" if you like). They will stop immediately and likely not do it again. They will also learn what the spoken "no" means after a few misbehaviors.
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Jul 25, 2019 15:26:20 GMT
Cats are very smart. If any cat does anything you don't like, tap it on the forehead (you must be quick to respond), like their mama does (and say "no" if you like). They will stop immediately and likely not do it again. They will also learn what the spoken "no" means after a few misbehaviors. That's easy enough. Thanks. mikey.
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Post by chanduthemagician on Jul 25, 2019 19:43:57 GMT
Wow. Shit can go bad quick! Glad you are on the mend. It always struck me about the show Naked and Afraid. No matter how skilled you are or tough you are, one scratch that gets infected and you are done. It's no wonder there were so many home remedies back in the day.
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Post by Bob50 on Jul 25, 2019 22:07:42 GMT
Painful Testicular Cat Attack on Live TV Ouch!
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Post by macky on Jul 26, 2019 1:40:58 GMT
Cats are very smart. If any cat does anything you don't like, tap it on the forehead (you must be quick to respond), like their mama does (and say "no" if you like). They will stop immediately and likely not do it again. They will also learn what the spoken "no" means after a few misbehaviors. You're right. I've got a handy tack hammer for that.
I had seven cats for years, and the only one to "remind" me to pay attention to him and fill his tucker-bowl got scruffed immediately, and he didn't do it again. I have two now and they have never scratched or bitten any part of my personage.
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Post by mr potatohead on Jul 26, 2019 2:08:12 GMT
....... I've got a handy tack hammer for that. ..... I do my best kung-fu on 'em. I try to imitate the reflexive quickness their mama uses to tag them. I've also used my feet a couple times when they were just beyond reach, favoring speed over accuracy. Once was a near miss, but the message was still received - possibly because I had always connected in the past? Possibly, it's just good enough that a limb of your body has tapped them on the head or was trying? I'm not trying to paint a picture of asshole cats here. My cats are great! They're fascinating survival beings. Fortunately, discipline tapers off as they figure me out.
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Post by macky on Jul 26, 2019 4:33:54 GMT
....... I've got a handy tack hammer for that. ..... I do my best kung-fu on 'em. I try to imitate the reflexive quickness their mama uses to tag them. I've also used my feet a couple times when they were just beyond reach, favoring speed over accuracy. Once was a near miss, but the message was still received - possibly because I had always connected in the past? Possibly, it's just good enough that a limb of your body has tapped them on the head or was trying? I'm not trying to paint a picture of asshole cats here. My cats are great! They're fascinating survival beings. Fortunately, discipline tapers off as they figure me out. I've never hit a cat at all. I always found that a quick grab around the neck and the other hand grabbing their lower back with the blighter turned away from me, and a coupla not-too-hard shakes did the trick.
I've a life history of cats of all sorts and shapes, right from the beginning. Once, over a twenty year period, I had a family of cats with three generations of them + two outsiders, one of them wild. They all had stories. Must write a book one day...……………….
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Post by mr potatohead on Jul 26, 2019 12:11:18 GMT
... I've never hit a cat at all.
I don't consider a tap on someone's shoulder as a "hit". That can be more impact than the tap on a cat's forehead that I'm referring to. They know what that touch means. It's how they were raised. It's quick, painless, immediately effective and understood by the cat. People who hit their dogs or cats or call them "bad boy/girl" don't have a fucking clue of what they're doing. There is no bad dog or bad cat. They're just themselves and we are the ones who must adapt to what they understand. I've had quite a few of cats over the past 20 some years. All have been volunteers who just showed up and decided to stay, some feral and some pre-owned by some cruel jerk who dropped them along my road to fare on their own. They all live outside, all year, with cozy shelters from cold, the best food, water and are free to come and go from my property, wandering wherever and whenever they please, but they choose to live here, even though I have corrected them when necessary. In return they gift me with dead rodents. EDIT: Since I don't allow cats to hit or put their claws or teeth on me, they become quite vocal, each in their own voice, when they want my attention.
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Post by fastfor40 on Jul 26, 2019 12:43:30 GMT
Have to share this story about a former co-worker and close friend.
A stray, black DLH showed up at his patio door one morning four years ago, and he shooed it away, only to have it return the next morning.
The cat was missing hair, had part of his right ear missing, and by my friend's estimation was barely a couple months old. He fed it on his deck, and the cat stayed. The next day he let it come in the house, and he and the cat went to the vet the next morning for the shots, de-worming meds, flea treatment, etc, and six-weeks later came the spading and de-clawing.
The man was not a cat or dog person, but he said something about the little squirt touched him. Indeed it did. He and Marv (the cat's name) were pals for the next four years.
One morning in April while playing fetch with Marv my friend found a lump on the cat's back, then another, and the subsequent vet's prognosis was not good. After tests and blood samples he said the cat had lymphoma, and treatment options wouldn't cure the disease, it would only prolong the animal's life for awhile. He said it was very unusual for a cat so young to be that sick.
My friend is self-employed now, and it enabled him to spend more time at home with his pet. He'd never married, and he told me, jokingly, that their relationship was the closest he'd ever had with anything. The cat started limping, then quit eating after a few weeks. Then one day my friend couldn't find Marv, and after an hour's search, finally located him in the basement behind the furnace. The vet said the cat knows he's sick and vulnerable, so he's instinctually hiding to protect himself from attack. The cat rarely left that spot, except to use the litter box and mouth a couple bites of cat food my friend left near the furnace every morning.
The inevitable came July 4th. My friend was sitting on his recliner early in the morning, Marv was in his lap, and he quit breathing. Just like that. Marv said he held his own breath and watched for the cat's belly to rise. It didn't. My friend said he bawled for the next hour - he said he cried harder at Marv's passing than he ever did for either parent or a brother. He buried Marv two days later under a pine tree next to the deck where the cat made it's first appearance four years earlier. He built the cat's coffin himself.
It was 96 days from diagnosis to death...
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Post by Silverlooks on Jul 26, 2019 13:22:26 GMT
Have to share this story about a former co-worker and close friend. A stray, black DLH showed up at his patio door one morning four years ago, and he shooed it away, only to have it return the next morning. The cat was missing hair, had part of his right ear missing, and by my friend's estimation was barely a couple months old. He fed it on his deck, and the cat stayed. The next day he let it come in the house, and he and the cat went to the vet the next morning for the shots, de-worming meds, flea treatment, etc, and six-weeks later came the spading and de-clawing. The man was not a cat or dog person, but he said something about the little squirt touched him. Indeed it did. He and Marv (the cat's name) were pals for the next four years. One morning in April while playing fetch with Marv my friend found a lump on the cat's back, then another, and the subsequent vet's prognosis was not good. After tests and blood samples he said the cat had lymphoma, and treatment options wouldn't cure the disease, it would only prolong the animal's life for awhile. He said it was very unusual for a cat so young to be that sick. My friend is self-employed now, and it enabled him to spend more time at home with his pet. He'd never married, and he told me, jokingly, that their relationship was the closest he'd ever had with anything. The cat started limping, then quit eating after a few weeks. Then one day my friend couldn't find Marv, and after an hour's search, finally located him in the basement behind the furnace. The vet said the cat knows he's sick and vulnerable, so he's instinctually hiding to protect himself from attack. The cat rarely left that spot, except to use the litter box and mouth a couple bites of cat food my friend left near the furnace every morning. The inevitable came July 4th. My friend was sitting on his recliner early in the morning, Marv was in his lap, and he quit breathing. Just like that. Marv said he held his own breath and watched for the cat's belly to rise. It didn't. My friend said he bawled for the next hour - he said he cried harder at Marv's passing than he ever did for either parent or a brother. He buried Marv two days later under a pine tree next to the deck where the cat made it's first appearance four years earlier. He built the cat's coffin himself. It was 96 days from diagnosis to death... The feels man ! I found my cat as a 2-3 months old tiny kitten with dehydration and starvation barely able to move a limb lying next to my car. I was never a pet person, but humanity kicked in and I took her home, but she would barely eat or drink the lactose-free milk (I learned about it on the net). So I took her immediately to the vet, she was dying I was told and had to have IV for dehydration and so. 3 days later she was good as new and received vaccines and anti-parasite shots. Declawing is an EVIL thing to do to cats, I would never do it. They need claws to stretch, and to feel like a cat ! 3 months later she develops 6 big lumps scattered in her belly, arms and neck. The vet told me to prepare for the worst. Surgery and lumps were removed, non-cancerous, just bags of fat, due to previous health issues. She recovered fully and I had her spayed at 1 y.o. Now she's 4 y.o. healthy playful cat. When she dies I will be a very sad person. I cannot even think of this experience. She's my close friend. My girlfriend is often jealous from her .
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Post by Bruce Tackett on Jul 26, 2019 14:29:41 GMT
I once saw this on a news segment. There was this old crumudgeon who lived alone in New Orleans. He had a cat he named "Concat" because the cat had showed up at his door one day and gradually worked his way into this guy's heart. He said the cat had conned him into loving him.
When Katrina hit, this guy had to evacuate and he couldn't find Concat. A camera followed him as one of the people returning to his destroyed home. He walked through the rubble that had been his home calling, "Concat? Concat?" and then there was this little "meow" heard and Concat appeared. The guy broke down crying.
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Post by mr potatohead on Jul 26, 2019 14:36:31 GMT
..... Declawing is an EVIL thing to do to cats, I would never do it. They need claws .... Indeed! It is a cruel and selfish thing to do to a cat. Lazy people do it to save their furnishings, instead of taking some time to teach their cat where to scratch responsibly.
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Post by mr potatohead on Jul 26, 2019 14:43:29 GMT
I love my dogs too. Maybe we should start a "Pets" thread?
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Post by fastfor40 on Jul 26, 2019 15:18:04 GMT
Well, I don't know what to say, except I mis-spoke and apologize to my friend.
I copied the forum and thread address and pasted it in an email to my friend...I thought his was a good story and wanted to show him others felt the same.
However, I am wiping egg off my face, because he responded, "...I did not have Marv declawed because I think it is barbaric thing to do. I am in total agreement with the others who said the same..."
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