:D

haven't seen it before.

my cats name is otus, means creature in finnish, his original name was/is valtti, means trump(card) in english.
anyone think that he looks abit donald trump from behind? lmao

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikiped...and_behind.jpg

One of my cats is like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, able to make himself invisible until he chooses to let you see him. Once I was walking down the driveway to get my mail, and he let me see him lying in a bare patch of ground next to the driveway. As I was walking back, I didn't see him there even though I was pretty sure he hadn't moved. Finally, when I was about four feet away and still not seeing him, he sprang up from that spot and lunged towards me. He know full well when he can't be seen.

We have squirrels that occasionally come on the deck (they have been eating the blossoms of our winter pansies, the little gluttons!).

They can keep the cats glued to the windows for hours, tails switching back and forth like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.

that's modern civilisation - or domestication, be it man or beast - in a nutshell:
staring at a screen, overcome by base instincts & desires, but only passively...
:)

...and extends to eating processed food like many people.

If I opened the door, they'd be out like a shot. And they aren't quite passive--they run back and forth from window to window to have the best view.:)

ferrari is right about the processed food, though. My friend gave them a bit of tuna this morning and tells me they didn't know what to do with it.:(

my cat is kinda picky about his food, tuna, norwegian cod cubes, salmon cubes, shrimps, chicken filets => eats those.
cat snacks, treats, dry food => eats those.

catnip => not interested.
processed cat food (like whiskas) => licks only sauce. wont eat.
alaskan cod filets => not interested.

morning coffee, he actually drinks it if i forget to pour leftovers to sink.
cream must be it why he is so keen to my coffee.

isn't that actually more disgusting than eating it?

so it eats the norwegian, but not the alaskan?
both frozen & thawed, i suppose?
the alaskan being the "cheap stuff"?
that's gourmet indeed.

you put actual cream in your coffee? not "kevytmaito"?

yeh , i had one cat before this one and he was like that too, only licking the sauce.
those alaskan cod filets smell more "fishy" than those norwegian filets and yea, both frozen and thawed.

no kevytmaito on my coffee, cream usually, sometimes i drink it black.

my cat ripping the curtains, he is a little terminator

Mine are the opposite. I guess raising her with the dogs changed her perspective of being outside. Inside is safe haven as far as she is concerned. I could leave the house door open all day. In fact. To put her outside. I have to physically pick her up and carry her out. Her 1st reaction is to jump on the security steel door and hang there and give me look like. WTF! Let me in!

https://preview.ibb.co/cd1xb6/miso1.jpg

The one cat will occasionally climb on my shoulders when I'm sitting in a chair leaning forward, as I'm doing to type this post, and lie down on my back.

I took a picture of her looking over my shoulder from that position, but I'm not willing to expose it to public view because I look even worse than usual . . . .

Afterthought:

She is also fascinated by my printer. Whenever I print something, she jumps on top of it and tries to figure out what's happening.

:d my cat does the same thing.

yea, i know what you mean about pics, i have zero pics online of me. and no social media accs. even the linuxquestions user name is unsearchable characters.

I used to have one that seemed as smart as a small child to me. I was always surprised by her cleverness and ability to communicate. Upon reflection some of that might have been due to us nearly always being on the same wavelength. But be that as it may she had many endearing characteristics.

One thing she would do was to fetch us once the sauna was warm, if she was home when we started it. She had that down to the minute almost. Once we, or at least I, was successfully herded in, she'd sprawl on the top bench for about 10 minutes until she was too hot. Then she'd resume whatever it was she had been doing before.

Another was that during the whole time we had her, she never, ever woke us up on the weekends. Weekdays, yes. Weekends, never. She even learned what time to start yowling on which days because some days were earlier than others. She'd usually start a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off. She even alotted a fixed amount of time for the morning routines. The last step would be me preparing her initial day bed. On regular days she'd settle down on it. If I was travelling, though, she'd go off and sulk instead.

John Wamsley had the best use for cats.