Though it is good to note that cats do the job quite well without resorting to pesticides or other dangerous alternatives. I would be more upset by the presence of rat poison in a kitchen that I would be by the presence of a cat.
Cats are still the best solution to such vermin problems. What else can the cat do?
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Cats like to take care of us. While they can’t bring us soup from the microwave, our cats love to show their silent sympathy by sleeping near us when we are sick. This is a sacrifice for them; we are tossing all over the bed, making sudden nasty sounds, and maybe even cranky. But they want to show they care.
After a weekend I lengthened with a vacation day, RJ and Mr. Bond were unhappy about me going back to work. Mr. Bond lurked and drooped in the hallway, doing his famous “Picture of Rejection.” While RJ lay on his back in front of the door, blocking it.
So I explained and made a fuss over them for making a fuss over me. They were thrilled that I understood their message, and felt the same way. How do they know if we don’t tell them? It goes both ways.
If we have a Supervisor like Mr. Bond, we have strange noises brought to our attention and the sudden appearance, paws on hips, when we are staying up too late. (He doesn’t really put his paws on his hips. But that’s what his attitude is saying.)
When a cat makes a communication of concern, we must acknowledge it. The ability to tell us things and the concern the cat has for us are wrapped up in these moments when the cat wants to be a part of an interactive family, with obligations and responsibilities.
This is the goal we have with any family member.
Many times I’ve heard, “The cat always seems to bother me when I’m down.”
Of course they are! They care about us.
So the next time a cat takes some responsibility, encourage them.
How else will they know we appreciate it?
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And here I thought Yeti was chirping at me at bedtime just because that’s when I fill their kibble bowl…
I got the phone call that cancer had finally claimed my father at 6AM. Kill Kill woke up and ran in to watch me, as I rarely use the bedroom phone. After I hung up, I cried. She sat down and watched me in a way she never did before, and hasn’t since.
I went to bed to try to get some sleep before calling out of work. She immediately laid down beside me, and placed her front paws on my arm, as if she was holding hands. Every time I awoke, she was still there, “holding hands” and looking over me. She never went to sleep the entire time.
She knew.
What a sad and lovely story, Bill.
They do know.