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sheep
2008-11-26 05:22 pm UTC (link)

My dad hates cats with a passion, yet any time I used to bring mine over to visit, the cat absolutely adored him. She would try and sit on him and ignore the rest of us. When he wouldn't let her, she would sit under his legs, then follow him when ever he left the room.

I used to tease dad a lot about that, and occasionally I'd threaten him by saying I'd bring my cat over. Lol.

It doesn't seem to matter what we name our cats, they always just end up being called puss.

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	vzg 2008-11-26 05:45 pm UTC (link)
	Same with my cats and my grandma, who now won't stay over in part because of that. They like the folks that hate 'em. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

platedlizard
2008-11-26 06:05 pm UTC (link)

My grandmother used to hate cats, pretty much for most of her life. Until a few years ago when her live-in son (who never really moved out, lol) decided to start feeding the strays. And then one of the strays had kittens in the basement, so they were allowed in the basement until the kittens and momma cat were adopted out.

And then another stray got into a fight with a raccoon... so he was allowed into the basement (where the son lives) until he got better, and now he's allowed inside 'for just a few minutes' a day... AND THEN the neighbors kicked out their elderly cat instead of getting her bad teeth treated OR putting her down. And her teeth were really bad so of course they had to be cleaned and some extracted, and after spending that much on a cat she might as well stay inside. So now they've got one and a half cats who are allowed inside the house. And one room is completely given over to 'Snowflake', who gets expensive treats and a special diet.

My mom, who had spent her childhood begging for a cat, laughed and laughed when this drama unfolded.

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	vzg 2008-11-26 06:08 pm UTC (link)
	My dad used to hate cats, but when I asked for a cat he agreed. We wound up with two, which he wound up loving (one spends all her time in his office now, and he has a can of treats there just for her), and then we got another, and when one died we got another... which he helped us pick out. Cats worm their way into your hearts, man. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	platedlizard 2008-11-26 06:17 pm UTC (link)
	They're crack. You start off hating them, and then you get a sample, and the next thing you know who've got a colony of ferals eating premium cat food on your deck. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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	frau_eva 2008-11-26 06:30 pm UTC (link)
	My stepmother hated cats, but that was mostly from growing up on a farm and being used to cats who's only hobbies were leaving dead rats on your door and trying to scratch your face off. When mine had nowhere to go but their house, she was pissed until she saw my scared kitty in the carrier. And now they refuse to give her up. :D (Reply to this)(Parent)

	frequentmouse 2008-11-27 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	It's the purring, you know? The purring, and the fuzziness. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	alya1989262 2008-11-26 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	In Egypt we have a saying that goes, "A cat only loves the one who strangles it." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	napalmnacey 2008-11-27 11:19 am UTC (link)
	... That is fucking brilliant. (Reply to this)(Parent)

napalmnacey
2008-11-27 11:18 am UTC (link)

That's because they exhibit all the right body language to be friendly with cats. Looking excessively at a cat's face, touching it, paying attention to it, it's all very rude in cat terms. It's basically getting all up in their face and being aggressive or dominant. But if you just sort of sit there and don't look at them, you're saying you're not going to hurt them, you're not stressed to have them there, you're open to being approached.

*takes off cat nerd hat*

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ashes
2008-11-30 02:30 am UTC (link)

This explains so much about my fiance's mother's cats! =D<3 I love our cat to death, but I am not nearly the animal person that my fiance's family is, to the point that they're actually convinced that I don't like cats, which I feel bad about, because our cat was my fiance's cat when he was 13 until he moved out, and I hate to think that they think I don't give him enough love.

Run-on sentence is awful.

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	napalmnacey 2008-11-30 03:05 am UTC (link)
	But it certainly gets your point across! LOL! I find cat behaviour utterly fascinating, I could read about it for hours. And I have. nod (Reply to this)(Parent)

	youngcurmudgeon 2008-11-26 06:53 pm UTC (link)
	Cats do that to my mom, too. So do dogs, actually. I think animals seize on those who are Definitely Not Animal People -- maybe they think they can convert them? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tree 2008-11-26 06:59 pm UTC (link)
	So do dogs, actually. This. I love and treat my dog awesomely but whereas I am to him as important as any odd person who might share their sandwich with him, my mother is The Goddess because she either ignores or disciplines him most of the time. Bah, the canine ingrate. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	chibikaijuu 2008-11-26 08:07 pm UTC (link)
	Dogs also know when you are a total sucker, though - my friend's yellow lab latched onto me as her new best friend OMG the first time we met, attempted to sit in my lap (which was cute but very uncomfortable), and then sat by me all of dinner because she just knew I would eventually cave and give her my hamburger. (I didn't, go me. It was hard.) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	tree 2008-11-26 08:23 pm UTC (link)
	Oh, agreed. Mine's an absolute champion in the "I see you have a sandwich" routine when I do my morning shopping at the bakery. Whoever sits outside for their breakfast will always, always share their breakfast with him and then I have to run out and explain that really, we do feed him, ignore the puppy eyes please. (this is him, by the way) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

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serai
2008-11-28 12:30 am UTC (link)

That's nothing. Wanna get a dog to adore you the rest of your life? Jerk him off. Seriously. I used to have a friend who was a vet nurse, and she loved to tell the story about the Irish Setter who fell completely in love with her after she had to masturbate him for artificial insemination. After that, every time the dog came in to the clinic, he'd follow her around, sidle up to her, rub up against her leg, lick her hands. Anything, apparently, to get her to notice him.

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	sheep 2008-11-26 07:12 pm UTC (link)
	I think in the case of cats, it's more like playing with their prey >:) (Reply to this)(Parent)

	waitwut 2008-11-26 07:51 pm UTC (link)
	Oh yes. I frequently announce That I am NOT a Dog Person... yet within minutes of my brother's dogs being in my presence, I am invariably carrying one around (likd a cat, mind). My family just smiles and nods. :) (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	youngcurmudgeon 2008-11-26 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	Exactly, they latch on! Somehow, it's always Large And Friendly dogs that decide my mom is their new best friend. Maybe they think they're able to convert you to dog-loving and away from your cat/other animal tendencies? (Reply to this)(Parent)

distractogirl
2008-11-27 12:47 am UTC (link)

My dad's an anti-cat person too, but ten years ago I convinced him that I'd be responsible and look after a cat. The nice lady at the Cats Protection league convinced us that since we'd be out most of the time (I was at school and he was teaching) that we needed to get two cats.

My Dad now has conversations with Sooty, and when Sweep was still alive he'd spend ages trying to convince her to sit next to him!

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	delineated 2008-11-27 04:59 am UTC (link)
	I love that your cats were Sooty and Sweep. Proof that I was not imagining that show, which NOBODY I KNOW remembers! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	napalmnacey 2008-11-27 11:20 am UTC (link)
	I remember it too. I also fondly remember the ribald spoofs of the show that were popular in comedy shows at the time. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	distractogirl 2008-11-27 03:41 pm UTC (link)
	Even better, and completely coincidentally, my Godmother has a dog called Sue - although it would've been funnier if she'd been called Soo! I loved The Sooty Show. I can still hear them saying Bye bye everybody, bye bye! And see Sooty waving that wand around. Sooty and Co. was one of my favourite childhood shows! Also. Izzy Wizzy Lets Get Busy! I loved that catchphrase. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	ghostmaster 2008-11-28 06:01 am UTC (link)
	It doesn't seem to matter what we name our cats, they always just end up being called puss. Not my cat. His name is Mog. I call him Dumbcat. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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