Um. An animal that flips between hostile and social activities like that is not a happy, healthy animal. That cat is pissed off plenty about something, and only groomed the person’s finger to ensure a steady food supply and a place to sleep.
I used to live across the road from a dog who would approach people in the neighbourhood wagging his tail enthusiastically, but also head down, growling, showing his teeth. The owner warned us to NEVER pet him and explained he was a rescue dog with mental health issues. He was mostly okay with his family but counter-communicative like this with everyone else.
Legendary thread:
I think that might be a bit much to assume based on a 14-second video.
In my experience, cats I’ve owned tend to be of the “Dear diary, I have decided to plead with the authorities to rub my belly. I think it will do me good in my current condition. I would like to receive two rubs exactly. A third one and I will bite the shit out of them as per protocol” variety.
That evolution is trying really hard to tell us something, but we’re not listening.
Also, that the men who actively avoid spending time outdoors are the better adapted ones…
My cat is a Turkish Van. Adorable. Fluffy. Suddenly starts biting and clawing at you viciously for no reason. Trait of the breed. Everyone is surprised when he tries to tear their hand off even after we warn them. He is sooo cute!
Would this sweetie ever bite the shit out of you? No way! (Ha!)
My cat did that too. But that cat was growling and hissing. Siamese sometimes do that a lot anyhow because they like to talk, but still.
Definitely watch to the end:
Fooled me! That’s a good example of using the scale invariant appearance (to a certain extent) of landscape. But they had to slow it down a bit to make sure the splashes were in temporal scale.
That dancing note of TikTok is a stupid distraction though.
From left to right on the top card: Me, my brother, my mom, my dad (with cigarette in mouth). Still wondering why the hell I was so pro-German. I must’ve been, what, six or seven maybe? The top card in the second photo is the inside of that one; the one with my non-smoking (!) dad (but I gave him a tongue, which I learned from comic books and strips, I’m sure) has its interior below that.
And my self-esteem was such that I was self-described as “lovable” AND “nice”. WTF happened after that? Still can’t remember how old I was when I created these…things. And the “Ann” - I mean, Google my name and see how many folks there are with the same name and you’ll wonder why I felt I had to distinguish myself. But then again I was maybe four-five-six-seven years old, so yeah.
I can only speculate that the pro-German feeling came from my relationship with my great-grandpa Mardorf. He was a grand old gent, but he died when I was four or five. And I’m pret-ty sure the German word for “Happy” isn’t “Happy”…ye-ah, of course it’s way more syllables than necessary and even more when you translate it literally back into English: Alles gute zum Vatertag (All’s good to the Fatherday…wait, that’s the same number of syllables, LOL!)
The subject matter is far from silly…
But the complete lack of any site linking to the following video is inexcusable.
Awful indeed.
Should that read “Spoopy”?