tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post3697486654796080185..comments2024-03-27T23:53:59.771-04:00Comments on SleuthSayers: Perhaps I need a CAT Scan!Leigh Lundinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-3075449802184953972016-05-06T22:17:38.590-04:002016-05-06T22:17:38.590-04:00Guilty as charged on the family ties, Dixon. LOLGuilty as charged on the family ties, Dixon. LOLAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-58666581577205166272016-05-06T19:12:21.502-04:002016-05-06T19:12:21.502-04:00Janice, you may think I've got it all wired ti...Janice, you may think I've got it all wired tight, but the blade kept being snatched out the teeth of my ultra-cheap jigsaw as I cut through the metal door for the hole. LOL<br /><br />Art, I understand Hoodini studied cats escaping harnesses to learn how to do his tricks. JK, but he sure could have! Our cats are ecstatic about being permitted outside again, to tell you the truth. And I have to admit that an oddly primal feeling arises within me, when I smoke my cigar on the patio and watch one or more of our cats standing in the twilight, wind blowing their fur as they gaze into the distance as if seeing phantasms beyond human kin. <br /><br />Leigh, I found the difference between the first book or two of the <i>Cat Who</i> series, and the rest (in which the protagonist has inherited a fairly large fortune, and is forced to move to an oddly eccentric "county" to keep the money) to be both surprising and oddly pleasant -- as well as a bit, well, shocking quite frankly. At least to me. In those later books, I love the humor of the <i>Cat Who</i> series. And I suspect that's why I read the books. That, and the fact that I always suspected LJB was secretly letting us in on some of the zanies in her own neck of the South Carolina coastal area where I believe she spent quite a bit of her time. <br /><br />Anon #1: I quite agree with you!<br /><br />Anon #2: I believe I knew your ex-husband. I think I used to call him my brother-in-law. And, if that's the case, then the monster cat Leigh was describing has got nothing on THAT cat of yours! Which makes that story all the funnier.<br />Dixon Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11220791609338404147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-28946712607331411352016-05-06T18:40:04.284-04:002016-05-06T18:40:04.284-04:00Art, I never had much luck with cats on leashes ei...Art, I never had much luck with cats on leashes either, but my ex was bound and determined to take our cat everywhere when we drove on trips. So he taught it to at least walk around on its own, dragging the leash behind it. This allowed my ex to leap over and slap a foot down over the end of the leash if the cat decided to take off. At least, that was his plan. So we camped, and picnicked, and this cat wandered around dragging a leash and looking at things. One day we went to a wild animal park, and the cat spent the entire time under the seat (which was good, as it turns out pets were not allowed, which we did not realize; this was something like 30 years ago when we were young and stupid). Anyway, in the course of driving through the park, a mountain lion rubbed the scent glands of its chin on our bumper. We thought that was cool, but no more about it. That night, in camp, our cat was wandering around dragging his leash and slowly sniffing around the vehicle. Then he lifted his nose and began to sniff deeply in the vicinity of that bumper. Then he stepped closer and stood on his back feet and really sniffed. Instant cat bottlebrush. He leaped high into the air with all four feet out to the sides, then vanished into the vehicle interior (door left standing open) faster than we'd ever seen him move. He dove under the seat again and did not come out until the next morning. I guess even though he didn't SEE the mountain lion, he had a pretty darned good idea of what had been there. And my ex learned he was actually not able to catch the end of the least fast enough to stop a runaway cat in an emergency. The cat, I should add, continued to travel with us anyway. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-75504935879080014602016-05-06T18:20:19.967-04:002016-05-06T18:20:19.967-04:00Sometimes people train the cat, sometimes the cat ...Sometimes people train the cat, sometimes the cat trains people. I think that's what we're seeing here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-33516459580443005752016-05-06T14:59:23.593-04:002016-05-06T14:59:23.593-04:00I haven’t read the Cat Who series, but I bought so...I haven’t read the Cat Who series, but I bought some for my aunt who loved both cats and mysteries. Come to think of it, she had four of those furry sociopaths too. Well, three sociopaths and one outright psychopath, the male of course.<br /><br />The one black cat detested the litter box. She would stand on the edge of the cat pan so her dainty paws wouldn’t touch anything inside. My aunt claimed the cat covered her nostrils when she went, but that’s probably an exaggeration. Maybe.<br /><br />That cat also hated to be touched and refused to allow her velociraptor-size claws to be trimmed. After she’d destroyed a couple of pieces of furniture, I took it upon myself to capture her in 13 towels and a quilt and trim her scimitar blades. She hissed and fought and bit… but her claws got trimmed. She pouted for a few hours and then decided she quite liked short nails. After that, she became MY cat.<br />Leigh Lundinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07921276795499571578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-72087862965040889962016-05-06T08:52:11.980-04:002016-05-06T08:52:11.980-04:00Oh, no! I've told my wife before that we shoul...Oh, no! I've told my wife before that we should get one of these for the door to the laundry room (where the litter box is) but sounds like there's trouble ahead....<br /><br />On the way out the other day, our four-year-old son made a comment about not letting the cats out of the house (they are indeed indoor cats) and then added, "Because cats don't like being on a leash." This is true too. We've tried it. <br /><br />:-)<br />ArtArt Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02409008167752619352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3119105822589181967.post-39288980496967979382016-05-06T08:14:34.881-04:002016-05-06T08:14:34.881-04:00Ah, pet doors. We never dared have one here becaus...Ah, pet doors. We never dared have one here because they do work both ways and one can acquire a lot of visiting wildlife.<br /><br />My son and I put one in in Chicago and lacking the proper tool had to drill holes all the way around to knock out the wood. Trust you have the right equipment.janice lawnoreply@blogger.com