Comments on: Friday Cat Blogging

By: Roger Kuhrt

Roger Kuhrt — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 09:34:20 +0000

Ermengarde: I love you and I am on your side!!! You must keep this “dog” in its place–no matter what. They slobber and are way to jumpy and lively and just stir up life in general. That crate ought to be in the outer circles of living space–how dare that human to force co-habitation.

Cheerfully, Roger/Malika (the blue Russian) and Angel Malika’s “sister” a Golden Marked Tabby

By: Mrs. M

Mrs. M — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 13:09:28 +0000

I have an aunt who claims that she’s not argumentative, she’s precise. I suspect Erm would appreciate that line of reasoning.

By: Jane R

Jane R — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 22:30:56 +0000

Dear Ermengarde,
Although I am an inclusive and species-friendly cat who will flirt with anything that breathes, I am a CAT and heaven forbid my human should divide her attentions so this comes with love and solidarity and what your human calls the White Paw of Fellowship. Remember the Great Cat Posse of Solidarity. Also, you can JUMP onto all these places Max can’t HA HA. He is just a DOG and you are a DIVA.
Love,
Maya Pavlova

By: Penny R

Penny R — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 20:54:43 +0000

Once upon a time I was the only one (OK, only child) in the family. My parents thought it would be a good idea to get me a brother (sort of like your Human Lady getting you a dog). My reaction? “He smells bad.” (The reaction has been recounted to me, I don’t recall saying it.) All I can say, Dear Cat, is that you have to be patient. It’s not easy, I know. But remember, she loved you first.

By: Peg Schuler-Armstrong

Peg Schuler-Armstrong — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 01:54:12 +0000

You are still quite beautiful and loved by everyone, and don’t think we can’t see your little white paw sticking through the radiator.

By: marcia

marcia — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:43:39 +0000

We adopted a dog, a corgi mix when our cats were in their early teens. They didn’t love him. We ended up with toleration most of the time. The dog slept in a crate, so the cats got some free time without said dog.

One cat died in November 2006 at 17, and in September 2007 we wound up with a tiny kitten, Lucy. She and Emily co-existed for a few months, until Emily died at 18. We realized that Lucy needed a kitten to play with, so she’d be less rough with us. Enter Smudge. A male siamese. Lucy and Smudge hit it off, play, fight, and love (we just got Lucy spayed.) But the surprise is that Smudge and Foster love each other. Foster hangs out on the couch in the evenings, which is enough to keep Lucy off (she keeps her distance from said dog, Emily taught her well.) But Smudge and Foster snuggle. Foster licks his face, Smudge curls up to him and sleeps.

We think it’s a boy thing. In our all-girl house our boy loving dog will take homosexual affection where he can get it. Even from a cat.