My old cat J.D. would not usually cuddle. But if I brought out a newspaper he would have to climb up on my lap so I could not read it. Do all cats do that? Maybe it was a paper thing. Big paper bags were one of his favourite toys.
J.D. (yes Jack Daniels) was not technically mine. My roomate got him and promptly started living at his girlfriends. I raised J.D. He weighed 15lbs at a year old. He was one big kitty. The biggest tom in the neighbourhood.
He used to play with my workboot laces when I came home from work. One day he did not and had I swear a guilty look on his face. Walking past him I found half a dozen cats in my living room. He was having a party. I had to tell him he was not allowed to have friends over.
My other roomate/gf brought in a cat when she moved in. It brought home a rabbit one day. This rabbit was bigger than her and she lept up 4 feet with it over her shoulder to drag it in through front window that was left open for the cats to come and go. She drops it at her owners feet. It promptly recovers from the shock of being caught and heads off across the living room. My cat sees it and nails it. I walk in door just after this happens. My roomie is in tears. J.D. had saclped the rabbit from front legs to hind legs with 3 swipes of his back legs. 3 more and he would have disemboweled it. She had to cuff him off to save it. One look at her face and I knew not to suggest putting it out of it's misery. We put it in a box in the spare bedroom. The cats hung out in front of the door all night. It was dead in morning and I buried it. She did not talk to either cat for 2 weeks after. Cats are nature most perfect killers. If they wanted to hurt you they could. Don't forget add 500lbs to your kitty and it is El Tigre.
I had a date come over one night for supper. J.D. figures if she is allowed at table so is he. He promptly jumps up on table. I hissed at him and he ran. My date jumped a mile. She said she had never heard a human growl before. I told her I was just speaking cat. Cats don't listen to people well. I think they have issues with our language so I tried to speak his.
He liked to sit on ottoman near TV when the motorcycle grand prix races were on and watch the bikes go across the screen.
I raised him rough. We would fight and chase one another around the house. I would chase him and then he would chase me. He would scratch me hard enough to draw blood and I would cuff him enough to bowl him over. He learned that the hand is not the tender part but go under the hand and attack the soft forearm. owwwwwwwwww He also learned that the foot tormenting him was not the tender part but would leap past and dig all 4 claws into your upper thigh. A couple of buddies who did not like cats found out the hard way not to kick (not hard) my cat. He would be at my door every morn when I got up. Most times he would attack my ankles as I walked bleary eyed to the john for a morning pee. A couple of times he took me down by hitting high up behind the knee. My roomie/gf would let him in her room and he would bite her ankles when she put her feet on floor in morn from under her bed. He came home one day with dog slobber all over him. I checked him out. He had no marks on him at all. I tossed a roll of toilet paper on to floor one day to see what he would do. Within seconds there was toilet paper all over the living room. he killed that whole roll. wow
I had to flea bath him once. The fleas came from a kitten my first roomate dumped off before heading back to his girlfriends. It was a rescue but it had issue so I requested he take it somewhere else not dump it on me. It need a lot of love and care I was not able to give. Anyways, I had to wear motorcycle gauntlets to dip him alternatively in a bucket of flea shampoo and then warm water.
Eventually my roomate decided to move in with his gf fulltime and took J.D. with him. He was promptly neutered. I know it is best for house cats and due to problem of abandoned animals a good practice all around but...................He was my best bud. owwwwwww He really packed on lbs then and went to 20 easily. Eventually he got a urinary tract blockage that required 500$ and birth control pills to control. The second time it happened the vet said 1000$ and 50/50 if he would survive. My buddy made hard choice and had him put to sleep. We got drunk together in celebration of J.D.'s life.
I still consider J.D. to be one of the best friends I have ever had. Makes me think of going to pound and rescuing a tabby to bring home. I have expensive leather furniture so would need to declaw and I guess neutering is a good idea.
(If I can fit it in).
So we talked and tomorrow night Im going over his house to help him set up his altar. I think I'll invite him to circle in february. I found an old recipe that a friend gave me............its NOT on our diets but it IS YUMMY.