Originally Posted by Buehler445:
If you can keep your other critters out, put an autowaterer full of antifreeze out and take care of those god ****ing mice. But if you have other cats, get another cat.
I need to get off my lazy ass and just put a bucket trap out there.
My dogs run all over the place, they'd find the antifreeze and Chiefsplanet themselves. [Reply]
I have a cat... he is a farm cat. I moved onto this property on June 1, 2019 and on June 4th we heard loud meowing outside. Super long story short I won the cat's trust with hotdogs and he has been here ever since.
We have a routine... he comes to the farm when it gets dark. He hangs out for about 3-4 hours, gets some food and water, gets some love, then bounces. *IF* he has to use the bathroom while inside... he literally goes to the bathroom and pees in the tub which I just wash down. He hasn't pooped in the house in over 2 years aside from the one night I thought he was out but wasn't.
The average lifespan of an outdoor cat is 3-5 years and this guy is sitting at the 4 year mark. [Reply]
Originally Posted by BIG_DADDY:
Says the fat boy with rainbow lenses. Color me shocked.
Big Daddy threw himself head first into a thread where some insecure dipshit is obsessed with making silly rules about what being a man is. He knew this was his moment with his people.
I like my cat. She was a stray and I didn't go out of my way to take her in, she kind of made the effort there by simply trying to be my friend and guess what, that's all it took. She's the nicest cat I've ever been around, doesn't turn crazy on you and touch her she purr's.
It may not be an alpha thing for a male to take care of an animal and form a bond with. It's probably more of a sigma male thing. [Reply]
I lived in a shitty apartment in Chicago that had a mouse problem. Traps and poison proved ineffective. So I got a cat. The next morning, I saw something on the floor of the dining room, kind of slick looking, about the size of my thumb. It was the remains of a mouse. The cat had chewed its legs off and... somehow skinned it. She was sitting about three feet away with a look on her face like "you'll never see another one of those motherfuckers in here." And I never did. That was about 30 years ago, and I've had a cat, or multiple cats, ever since. Most of that time I was married, although for a few years of it I was single.
I like dogs, but I like them the same way I like kids - when they belong to other fucking people and I don't have to deal with their crap. If I still lived in the country, I'd certainly have a dog or two. But I live in the burbs, and don't have a fenced in yard, so I choose not to deal with the headache that comes with dog ownership. I'm not a slave to my cats. I don't have walk them on a leash when it's 100 degrees outside, or 10 degrees with three feet of snow on the ground. They never leave the house. I don't have to worry about my cats attacking kids or strangers, again, because they never leave the house and they're cats. If we go on vacation, we have friends who will come over every couple of days and feed them and deal with the litter boxes. Those same friends would not want to swing by five or six times a day to walk a dog. I know some people have dogs for protection. Well, I have guns for that, and I don't have to worry about them trying to eat the mailman. And every cat I've owned has been affectionate. You just have to know how to deal with them.
I know there are a lot of people who hate cats. I don't give a shit. And apparently there are those who hate cat owners. Don't give a shit about that, either. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Frazod:
I lived in a shitty apartment in Chicago that had a mouse problem. Traps and poison proved ineffective. So I got a cat. The next morning, I saw something on the floor of the dining room, kind of slick looking, about the size of my thumb. It was the remains of a mouse. The cat had chewed its legs off and... somehow skinned it. She was sitting about three feet away with a look on her face like "you'll never see another one of those motherfuckers in here." And I never did. That was about 30 years ago, and I've had a cat, or multiple cats, ever since. Most of that time I was married, although for a few years of it I was single.
I like dogs, but I like them the same way I like kids - when they belong to other fucking people and I don't have to deal with their crap. If I still lived in the country, I'd certainly have a dog or two. But I live in the burbs, and don't have a fenced in yard, so I choose not to deal with the headache that comes with dog ownership. I'm not a slave to my cats. I don't have walk them on a leash when it's 100 degrees outside, or 10 degrees with three feet of snow on the ground. They never leave the house. I don't have to worry about my cats attacking kids or strangers, again, because they never leave the house and they're cats. If we go on vacation, we have friends who will come over every couple of days and feed them and deal with the litter boxes. Those same friends would not want to swing by five or six times a day to walk a dog. I know some people have dogs for protection. Well, I have guns for that, and I don't have to worry about them trying to eat the mailman. And every cat I've owned has been affectionate. You just have to know how to deal with them.
I know there are a lot of people who hate cats. I don't give a shit. And apparently there are those who hate cat owners. Don't give a shit about that, either.
This is spot on. The travel thing is a huge one for me. We've got friends who never go anywhere because they'd have to deal with someone watching their dog. Cats are fine for a long weekend. They almost prefer it. [Reply]