Comments on: Cat Communication

By: Bryan

Bryan — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 01:08:57 +0000

Remember, Andante, you run a “family blog”, so be careful about “toys”.

Lark, my grandmother’s cat, who was a tabby tom in spite of being named Minerva, used the “laser stare”. Gram used to say that’s why he was named Minerva, for her gram who stared like that when she disapproved of something.

Steve, I have to stand up slowly to clear my lap without losing blood.

Bobby, Siamese are noted for being vocal. Snowball is the vision most people have when they first get a cat, missing the reality that they are independent.

Keith, Paula Poundstone has a wicked routine about her cats and the shower to the effect that they are warning her about the water, but she refuses to listen.

By: Keith

Keith — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 00:33:07 +0000

Lucy is very quiet, at least until Rupert decides to swat at er tail or play a little too rpugh then it’s all hisses. Rupert on the other hand will talk a mile a minute, and usually does as I’m getting out of the shower. I swear, he’s polishing his rhetorical style for when he runs for president.

By: Mustang Bobby

Mustang Bobby — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 23:08:38 +0000

We had Siamese cats when I was a kid, so they were extremely vocal by nature. In fact, when I first heard a “regular” cat, I wondered why it had such a wimpy “miau.”

Snowball is very quiet and acquiescent. Feed him a little cotton and he’s your friend for life.

By: Steve Bates

Steve Bates — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 19:05:32 +0000

Stella’s cat Tabitha is extremely vocal, especially for an elderly cat. Often she settles in atop Stella when the latter is on the phone to me, and meows loudly (Tabitha, not Stella) to Stella and, probably unknowingly, to me. Unlike Samantha, who is friendly but self-sufficient (unless the food and/or water bowls are low), Tabitha will not be denied the attention she craves. And if you remove her from your lap, you’d best do it quickly, before she protests and extends a few claws.

By: larkohio

larkohio — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 18:38:39 +0000

I love my cats. Some communications are non-verbal. When Penelope, my tiny black and white girl, finds her food dish is distressingly low, (the famine is coming, the famine is coming!) she just sits and stares at me, and says with her eyes, “How dare you let the food dish get low!”

By: andante

andante — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 18:36:55 +0000

I spotted a “unique” cat toy in the grocery store today; if Blogger ever gets itself straightened out, I’ll post it.

My cats aren’t very subtle….when I feel a furry bulk slam into my foot, I know it’s time to scratch Randy’s head. Trouble prefers to get in my face with that amazing laser-stare.

Neither tactic should ever be ignored.