I think they’re cute. I also find bats very cute. Maybe it’s because they eat the bugs I hate, I don’t know! No, I don’t want one as a pet but I’m not afraid of them and almost want more by my house:) Strange?
I think they’re cute. I also find bats very cute. Maybe it’s because they eat the bugs I hate, I don’t know! No, I don’t want one as a pet but I’m not afraid of them and almost want more by my house:) Strange?
Yes very Strange…You’re not right in the head..you belong here..
I once had a bat fly into my chest at about 124 miles an hour..I must be invisible to bats or something..Anyway..scared the shit out of me..The bat just stuck to my shirt grasping at my buttons..making drunken bat sounds..those ####### are freakky up close..finally he came to after sucking on my shirt tail..for 10 long minutes..
He looked up at me with terror in his eyes and tookoff like a bat outta hell..I still have nightmares..
Also otters will rip your arm off with out giving it a second thought..they are the sociopaths of the animal kingdom..vicious predators..greedy bastards..souless mammals..
2 cats, one indoor (never a problem) and one inside/outside cat. My in & out cat likes to supplement her diet and bring thank you gifts from time to time. We didn’t concern ourselves about it beyond putting a bell on her collar to give the little creatures a fighting chance.
New neighbors moved in who just happened to be very nice vegetarians. Nice meaning they don’t preach or scorn the horrible meat eaters daring to live in the neighborhood they had just moved into. They actually have great recipes and we do dinner often together.
One evening they said to me with much concern that they were upset about my cat killing and eating the local rodents. I was shocked to discover that their citified belief was that cats didn’t eat meat and had always eaten dry cat food. Obviously they had never read the bag of cat food that says clearly fish, chicken, or beef flavor. I assured them that cats are carnivores by nature and that we had hobbled her by putting a bell on her. If she was still successful, she should be appreciated for her innate skill and not expected to eat sprouts because we, another species, do.
Since then my wide eyed neighbors have been very impressed that this little cat set up a two in a row as they watched. Their respect for others and for nature is an example of tolerance I wish more people embodied. There is my animal story with a little lesson.
So it’s not the most awful (screech owl murder still ranks as the worst), but it’s strange and annoying. My cat will come up to me, all a-purr and start licking my earlobe. He’s usually drooling a little right before the earlobe lick, so I get a drop of cat drool in my earhole. Sometimes I’ll get the corner of my eye lick? Anyone else have this happen?
So it’s not the most awful (screech owl murder still ranks as the worst), but it’s strange and annoying. My cat will come up to me, all a-purr and start licking my earlobe. He’s usually drooling a little right before the earlobe lick, so I get a drop of cat drool in my earhole. Sometimes I’ll get the corner of my eye lick? Anyone else have this happen?
If this were a poll, you’d realize just how alone you are.
That reminds me of crumbling the Cat Cookie into the porridge in King’s Quest III back in middle school.
The worst thing my dog Ziti ever did was to chew up the almighty disc 1 of the first KISSOLOGY dvd retrospective. That was the early 70’s KISS, black and white, with Ace Frehley at his very best. She (Ziti) carefully selected the brand new DVD from among dozens of others as a way to punish me for feeding her dry food instead of those little Caesar plastic tins.
That reminds me of crumbling the Cat Cookie into the porridge in King’s Quest III back in middle school.
The worst thing my dog Ziti ever did was to chew up the almighty disc 1 of the first KISSOLOGY dvd retrospective. That was the early 70’s KISS, black and white, with Ace Frehley at his very best. She (Ziti) carefully selected the brand new DVD from among dozens of others as a way to punish me for feeding her dry food instead of those little Caesar plastic tins.