The homework-eating kind of coarse.

Dogs have a true evil that nobody understands. Cats only kill flys and certain kinds of evil birds. Dogs kill everything that is smaller than them. :blow:

Go Cats! :band:

evil birds? like robins, thrushes and anything else that doesnt escape? o and voles and evry mammel that is basically smaller than them.
my cat used to jump across the space between garages when she was young to try and catch seagulls.

Seagulls are evil, that's one of the things I found out in the last week.

true seagulls can get pretty nasty. robins arnt though. cats are bstrds.
my great grandmother had a tame robin that would come into there house to scam food. the nieghbours cat killed it. it started a lifelong hatred of hers for felines. even in her 70s she would chase them out of her garden and away from her bird table with her walking stick.

Did anyone here read The Plague by Camus?

There's a lovely passage there about an old man, who always tore paper in tiny pieces and threw it over the balcony to the cats. When they'd be jumping up to catch the shreads of paper the old guy would spit on them.

Now that's feline hatered.

birds are always evil why my one cat is afraid of them the bird was actualy chasing him LOL

i know what you mean, myn is a housecat and occasionaly goes outside. if you put a dead bird in front of her she wouldn't know what to do with it! LOL
Because u r the cat's slave any food you give them must be chopped up, put in gravy and served in a dish from a felix pouch. :cheers:

I always found cats to have more of a personality, more human. My grandmother had serveral pets, 2 dogs and two cats (one after the other) I remember one dog and one cat. The dog would just hop around and lick everyone and was trained to sit and roll and do stuff like that, it was a fun animal but it had little personality. Now the cat was just like my grandmother... I remember the cat well, it was a white cat with one big black dot the shape of a heart on her back. We called her Mazzel (which means luck in hebrew and netherlands dutch) but she would always be gone for days. Once she came back smelling of tobacco after being gone for two weeks. That was one crazy paranoid cat.

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Wow, someone other than me that actually reads Camus.