Yeah, cats at least are completely honest. Sometimes painfully so!
Yes, but sometimes my cats do lie. Like, Manny Pearl regularly tells me that he’s starving and desperately needs me to open a can of food for him because he can’t even remember the last time he had anything to eat. He’s doing it right now, as a matter of fact, not one hour from the last time he tried to pull this bullshit on me. He’s not starving, I promise.
But, other than that, he’s an honest dude.
Factcheck: TRUE!
That’s not lying - that’s part of being a cat. Trust me on this one.
yeah, i think of it like, from their perspective, that was AGES ago. SO LONG AGO.
OK, less outright lie and more like emotional manipulation multiplied by fast metabolism. I’ll give you that one.
Not just cats, of course…
Dog: I am starving.
Me: Actually, no. You aren’t starving. You get two very good meals a day. And treats. And Best Beloved fed you extra food while I was gone.
Dog: STARVING.
Me: I saw you get fed not four hours ago! You are not starving .
Dog: Pity me, a sad and tragic creature, for I can barely walk, I am so starving. WOE.
Me: I am now ignoring you.
Dog: STARVING.
Dog: Did you hear me? I am starving.
(from “I Has a Sweet Potato”, which I linked to …just last year? But it feels like so much longer!)
I miss Luke SO MUCH.
<Hugs.>
From 2007, when my son and I lived in an apartment. My brother took them originally, and after Luke died gave me these prints.
Cute!
I’m always amazed at how cats can unhinge their jaws and swallow a pig.
The hail and rain we’ve gotten since I carved and placed Luke’s grave marker has taken their toll on the wood (well, it was just a silverware box lid), so I decided to fill in the carved parts with nail polish (Sinful brand; Copper Pot was used for the lettering, I Miss You (!) for the heart).
And that sunshine makes it look deceptively warm - there’s a cold wind out thar; my hands were shaking from cold more than anxiety/caffiene, LOL!
I was sitting on the couch, on my laptop, avoiding sleep, when I hear a sort of slap sound from the vivarium near me. I look over to find this:
Just hanging out, as you do…
I didn’t let them murder a birb that flew out of the chimney, so they’re comforting each other. On my grant proposal.
edit: wrong cutesy mispelling of bird.
Every once and a while I feel like reptilian pets need to be represented, so here is Petunia first overwhelming a mouse and then after positioning it correctly – head first, so the nape of the fur goes down smoothly instead of acting like a brake – starting its journey down the path to digestion.
Blurred, because I know it’s one of the most primal phobias for some people…
She really is a very sweet snek. It’s not her fault that the ONLY food a snake like her can eat is small rodents.
And very pretty, too!
My cats bring in an average of 3 field mice or voles a week, some dead, some living. The ones we can catch alive get another chance to run free and a mini lecture about avoiding cats. I’m significantly less distressed by rodent murder / rodent as food, than I used to be.
I love snakes!
Like, is there even Purina Snake Chow, right?
Does it wriggle?