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timbalionguy wrote:...As cats see it, there are only two kinds of life in this world: cats and food. It is their choice to spare us the death we deserve.

Truer words have not been spoken!

timbalionguy wrote: And Mars: cats are not our equals, they are our superiors. As cats see it, there are only two kinds of life in this world: cats and food. It is their choice to spare us the death we deserve;-)

Yes, I can see the above quote might apply to lions, but then lions have always been more like dogs than cats. After watching the Big Cat Diary the difference between lions and the others is obvious.

I really do not see my cats are choosing to let me live. My idea of co-operation might be fanciful, but the appearance of co-operation is better than no co-operation at all. I used to have a Cornish Rex called Smokey, a beautiful loving cat. Sometimes, when he jumped up on my lap he would not quite make it, and would slide back down to the floor. Normal cat behaviour would be to dig his claws in, and get onto my lap. He kept his claws retracted, slid off and tried again. That is what I call co-operation.

However, whether my cats co-operate or not, their love is priceless. Which I think we can all agree on.

cheers

Mars

katherinefulmer wrote: But I'm not sure how a cat can depress an air passage. Still, I'm not a pet owner so would need to look into it.

Have you never had a fat cat sleep on your chest?

Julie wrote:Cats are inherently evil - what other conclusion can I come to after decades of living with so many! If there's a way to sabotage your life, they'll find it and teach the others. My life is totally organized around them (nothing at floor level, nothing up high if you care about it, and nothing in the middle that isn't locked down) and if I don't behave they get veerrry nasty. If anyone knows how to return them to Planet X please let me know!

Very funny post

Thank you - I was beginning to wonder if no one got it . I could no more live for a day without my 'evil' creatures than fly to the moon!

Julie wrote:Thank you - I was beginning to wonder if no one got it . I could no more live for a day without my 'evil' creatures than fly to the moon!

I got it too...we have nine cats.
mar

One of my cats is engaged in a love affair with my therapy (and in particular, my new mask). When I was still using the Swift LT, he would get right in front of the exhaust and just sit there, enjoying the breeze.

Now that I'm using the FullLife (which vents on an angle to either side from the front), he looked a little confused at first, since something was obviously different. Didn't take him long to find the vent. But rather than simply sit in front of the airstream, he got closer and began rubbing his face all over the mask. (I let him enjoy that for a minute, but then I deterred him with some good under-the-chin and behind-the-ears scratches. I was afraid his teeth might damage the front of the mask, he was mushing it so hard.) Purring like a madman the whole time, of course.

This is him, kickin' back on my loveseat. (I should be this stressed out.)

What's his name, BB? He's quite the cutey! He matches and accents your sofa quite well.

Ben does what you describe if I take an afternoon nap. He doesn't bother at night though. In the morning, Boris comes in and bites the velcro on the hose huggie to wake me up, and if I don't get up, he starts biting it where the hose meets the mask ... and then the mask itself. He particularly likes the glide strap on my nasal mask.

twokatmew wrote:What's his name, BB? He's quite the cutey! He matches and accents your sofa quite well.

His name is Turtle. I got him from my vet a couple of years ago, and he was already named. She always has strays (kittens, older cats, and dogs) available for adoption, and I'd lost two of my older cats at the end of 2006 (they were 17 and 19 years old). I was ready for another cat in the summer of 2007, and Turtle was there waiting for me. He's so named because he always hid under his cat bed at the vet's clinic until someone walked by, at which time he would poke his head out to see who it was, just like a turtle.

Often when I adopt a pet, something about it seems destined, and this was no exception. Turtle looks very much like Chico (one of the cats I'd lost just months before), and I got very emotional when I first saw him. The other thing that qualified as "destiny" was his name. (I make a homemade caramel that I add chopped pecans to, scoop and roll into a ball, and then dip in chocolate. I call them Turtle Eggs, because they have all the same ingredients as any other chocolate turtle, but they're round, like a real turtle egg.) Needless to say, Turtle was my cat the minute I saw him and heard his name.

Ben does what you describe if I take an afternoon nap. He doesn't bother at night though. In the morning, Boris comes in and bites the velcro on the hose huggie to wake me up, and if I don't get up, he starts biting it where the hose meets the mask ... and then the mask itself. He particularly likes the glide strap on my nasal mask.

Cats are so funny (and demanding). Mine don't wake me, as they've always got food and water available. Has Boris ever bitten a hole in a hose or damaged one of your masks? Or is he so demanding that you wake up before he's able to do any real damage?

BleepingBeauty wrote:.....get right in front of the exhaust and just sit there...using the FullLife (which vents on an angle to either side from the front), he looked a little confused at first, since something was obviously different. Didn't take him long to find the vent. But rather than simply sit in front of the airstream, he got closer and began rubbing his face all over the mask....afraid his teeth might damage the front of the mask, he was mushing it so hard.) Purring like a madman the whole time, of course.

Really handsome cat BB! Yellow eyes yes? Wonder if the exhaust smells like you? Does he like other breezes or just the mask exhaust? The rubbing of his scent glands against the mask marks it as his and the mask is obviously a part of you. One of mine rubbed my face like that; afterwards, I scooted to the bathroom to wash my face (touchy skin but I couldn't deny her the right to mark her possession ). Luckily, she was careful not to rub her teeth on me!

Muse-Inc wrote: Really handsome cat BB! Yellow eyes yes?

Thanks! I agree. And yes, yellow eyes.

Wonder if the exhaust smells like you? Does he like other breezes or just the mask exhaust? The rubbing of his scent glands against the mask marks it as his and the mask is obviously a part of you. One of mine rubbed my face like that; afterwards, I scooted to the bathroom to wash my face (touchy skin but I couldn't deny her the right to mark her possession ). Luckily, she was careful not to rub her teeth on me!

Could very well be the reason, Muse. My cats have always marked me with face rubs like Turtle does. Sometimes, he mushes up against my hand so hard that his teeth DO scrape against me. But he's never broken the skin or anything. He loves me, and the feeling is mutual.

I had to clean my mask of kitty fur this morning. I can think of worse things...

My current sweet cat (see avatar) NEVER gets into anything, but the last two I had (love them as I did), they drove me nuts getting into everything and tearing stuff up! But, this cat--Turtle--not only lives by this saying, I think she wrote it: To the dog, you're a friend; to the cat, you're support staff!



Pam

WearyOne wrote:My current sweet cat (see avatar) NEVER gets into anything, but the last two I had (love them as I did), they drove me nuts getting into everything and tearing stuff up! But, this cat--Turtle--not only lives by this saying, I think she wrote it: To the dog, you're a friend; to the cat, you're support staff!



Pam

Turtle does look like he expects to be waited on, doesn't he?

BleepingBeauty wrote:
His name is Turtle. I got him from my vet a couple of years ago, and he was already named.

Somehow I missed this, not realizing one of your cats is named Turtle as well!! We adopted our Turtle from the local humane society when she was a little over a year old (she's 10 now). She was already named as well. I still remember once calling the vet and there was a new lady answering the phone. When she asked me the name and I said Turtle, there was a little silence and she said, "I don't think we treat turtles here." She was a bit embarrassed when I repeated that her NAME was Turtle, and that she was a cat!

Pam

WearyOne wrote:

BleepingBeauty wrote:
His name is Turtle. I got him from my vet a couple of years ago, and he was already named.

Somehow I missed this, not realizing one of your cats is named Turtle as well!! We adopted our Turtle from the local humane society when she was a little over a year old (she's 10 now). She was already named as well. I still remember once calling the vet and there was a new lady answering the phone. When she asked me the name and I said Turtle, there was a little silence and she said, "I don't think we treat turtles here." She was a bit embarrassed when I repeated that her NAME was Turtle, and that she was a cat!

Pam

And I thought you were referring to my Turtle because of his "you're here to serve me" pose in the pic I posted! Surprising to find that someone else has a cat named Turtle.

I haven't experienced the confusion your vet's office had, since my Turtle was adopted from them and they know him very well. But that's a cute anecdote of yours.

Both of my cats are 8 years old (or thereabouts, since we can't be sure about Turtle's exact age because he was a stray adult when the vet took him in). They get along very well with each other, and they both love the dog and often curl up with him in his crate. (Poor dog sometimes has to lay on the floor outside the crate if both cats are stretched out inside.) So the cats DO rule the roost, but I'm still the boss around here. (Or, at least, that's what I tell myself.)