Cat Blog Friday

My former cat Java (I miss her) with one of her offspring, last spring. 

Comments

[Allan]

That is an adorable picture.

[Thomas]

Cats are the closest man will ever know of pure love, for a cat is, in essence, a wild beast. It knows no limits, no boundaries, other than what it does out of respect for the leader of the pride. When a cat loves you, it loves you with every ounce of itself, with no hesitation. Granted, it can change moods quickly to either ignoring you, or wanting to violently play, but that moment of love is worth a king's ransom.

[Alison]

My current cat Sumatra (offspring of Java) loves me, makes love to my hand or fingertips, or nose, or whatever is offered. (And I don't mean that to sound like it sounds). But usually she does that because her food needs fluffing, or she's thirsty.

I do appreciate her cat love, even though I know it is shallow. But then, she's the dumbest cat I've ever had.

[triticale]

Thomas says "Cats are the closest man will ever know of pure love, for a cat is, in essence, a wild beast."

Actually, our canine's love for me is more special than that of any cat. She is closer to the wild beast than most people's dogs, and gets so excited to see me that people who don't know us comment on it. When I get home, she waits on the landing, so that when I am two steps down she can put her paws on my shoulders and kiss me. Cats rub against the chair leg and purr the same way they do with mine.