While dressing up cats in clothes look cute, I wonder if the cats feel the need to claw out the humans’ eyes for dressing them up.
Cats don’t feel embarrassment, but they do feel constriction… and don’t like it.
Well fun side story, but originally he was fighting so many wild animals that his back wasn’t healing. See - this goes back to the whole 'he domesticated himself thing. He was literally born in the wild and foisted upon me. But anyways, the vet originally recommended it to allow his back to heal. Later on, when I stopped wanting to pay vet bills for a wild cat that kept showing up semi injured, we found it was also a great way to keep the leash on him for walks… because, as I think I’ve mentioned elsewhere, he doesn’t run… he charges at things.
PS: we are 60% sure he views it as some form of armor if behavior is any indication <_<
Oooh, and then there was the time he fought a possum, the vet diagnosed it over the phone, and I spent a weekend force feeding the little monster antibiotics and gingerly dipping his foot in alcohol/saline solution.
I want everyone with two working braincells to imagine how tense dipping the injured paw of a walking blender in alcohol is…
I didn’t know possums were that badass.
He might still be around if you wanted to adopt?
Yeah, don’t mess with those things. They’re also quite ugly, lol.
I’m also halfway convinced it was the one eating the stray’s food because one night I turned on the porch light, it hissed at me through the glass before trotting(?) off and i swear on a bible brutus charged after it from the bushes, got halfway across the yard before realizing i wasnt chasing too, and seemed genuinely upset it got away. I could be imposing, but those events did happen lol
Ah, but im going to finish Brutus’ story. So he existed outside for a time with some other strays that came and went. Honestly the occasional $55 farmville vet bill was peanuts to full pet ownership and the free catfood was more a mercy mission to the hundreds of stay rural cats.
(Nice vacation though)
But one summer I went on vacation and came back to find him super sick. He actually waited for my car to pull up before commando crawling out from the bushes. It was like 9pm on a Sunday so I knew i had to wait until Monday, and I scooped him up and wrapped him in a blanket.
Apparently he fought a rattlesnake or something and the cat-blood transfusion cost $1200. I figured after that i owned him - God and nature technically punched his card and only through an experimental waste of money (as my vet said), did he survive.
I dont feel awful dressing him up
I have seen opossums in my backyard that are far larger than any cat.
My needy fur child trying to get my attention while I work (and of course she only tries to get my attention this way while I work):
She’s dern lucky she’s cute.
I really like bottom fella’s face